美文欣赏:泰戈尔飞鸟集61-90


 

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在我自己的杯中,饮了我的酒吧,朋友。

一倒在别人的杯里,这酒的腾跳的泡沫便要消失了。

Take my wine in my own cup, friend.

It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.

62

“完全”为了对“不全”的爱,把自己装饰得美丽。

The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.

63

神对人说:“我医治你所以伤害你,爱你所以惩罚你。”

God says to man, “I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish.”

64

谢谢火焰给你光明,但是不要忘了那执灯的人,他是坚忍地站在黑暗当中呢。

Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder

standing in the shade with constancy of patience.

65

小草呀,你的足步虽小,但是你拥有你足下的土地。

Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under

your tread.

66

幼花的蓓蕾开放了,它叫道:“亲爱的世界呀,请不要萎谢了。”

The infant flower opens its bud and cries, “Dear World, please do not

fade.”

67

神对于那些大帝国会感到厌恶,却决不会厌恶那些小小的花朵。

God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.

68

错误经不起失败,但是真理却不怕失败。

Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.

69

瀑布歌唱道:“虽然渴者只要少许的水便够了,我却很快活地给与了我的全

部的水。

I give my whole water in joy,

it is enough for the thirsty.

70

把那些花朵抛掷上去的那一阵子无休无止的狂欢大喜的劲儿,其源泉是在哪

里呢?

Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless

outbreak of ecstasy?

71

樵夫的斧头,问树要斧柄。

树便给了他。

The woodcutter’s axe begged for its handle from the tree.

The tree gave it.

72

这寡独的黄昏,幕着雾与雨,我在我的心的孤寂里,感觉到它的叹息。

In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled

with mist and rain.

73

贞操是从丰富的爱情中生出来的财富。

Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.

74

雾,象爱情一样,在山峰的心上游戏,生出种种美丽的变幻。

The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out

surprises of beauty.

75

我们把世界看错了,反说它欺骗我们。

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

76

诗人--飙风,正出经海洋森林,追求它自己的歌声。

The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.

77

每一个孩子出生时都带来信息说:神对人并未灰心失望。

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

78

绿草求她地上的伴侣。

树木求他天空的寂寞。

The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.

The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.

79

人对他自己建筑起堤防来。

Man barricades against himself.

80

我的朋友,你的语声飘荡在我的心里,象那海水的低吟声绕缭

在静听着的松林之间。

Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound

of the sea among these listening pines.

81

这个不可见的黑暗之火焰,以繁星为其火花的,到底是什么呢?

What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?

82

使生如夏花之绚烂,死如秋叶之静美。

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

83

那想做好人的,在门外敲着门;那爱人的看见门敞开着。

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the

gate open.

84

在死的时候,众多和而为一;在生的时候,一化为众多。

神死了的时候,宗教便将合而为一。

In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.

Religion will be one when God is dead.

85

艺术家是自然的情人,所以他是自然的奴隶,也是自然的主人。

The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her

master.

86

“你离我有多远呢,果实呀?”

“我藏在你心里呢,花呀。”

How far are you from me, O Fruit?

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

87

这个渴望是为了那个在黑夜里感觉得到,在大白天里却看不见的人。

This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen

in the day.

88

露珠对湖水说道;“你是在荷叶下面的大露珠,我是在荷叶上面的较小的露

珠。”

You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller

one on its upper side,” said the dewdrop to the lake.

89

刀鞘保护刀的锋利,它自己则满足于它的迟钝。

The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of

the sword.

90

在黑暗中,“一”视如一体;在光亮中,“一”便视如众多。

在静听着的松林之间。

In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears

as manifold.