情人的礼物(爱者之贻)
Lover’s Gifts(4)
泰戈尔
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我的心上人呵，我似乎看见你，在万物即将醒来的清晨，站在一道带着快乐的幻梦的瀑布下，你的血管里满溢着它奔泻飞溅的水花。也许，你正在天国的花园里漫步，俏丽的素馨、百合、夹竹桃争鲜斗妍，缤纷的落英飘洒在你合抱的双臂中，落在你热情洋溢的心上。
你的欢笑像一支歌，但是，歌词却湮没在万物争鸣的合唱中，湮没在百花无形的销魂的芬芳中。你的欢笑像隐身在心中的明月，你的双唇像是窗口，月光从那里照射出来。我忘记了原由，也不想知道它，我只记得，你的欢笑就是炽热沸腾的生活。
①本诗为萨特扬德拉纳特•达(SatyandranathDatta，1882—1922)所作，他是孟加拉诗人，泰戈尔的崇拜者。著有诗集《长笛与琵琶》、《祭火》、《丰收的花》等。他的诗多采用民歌体，以韵律响亮，节奏明快，语言流畅称著，在这方面他对当时诗歌创作的影响甚至比泰戈尔更大。达特精通梵文、波斯文、英文及法文。他通过英文和法文几乎将世界各国古代及现代的著名诗歌、小说、戏剧等译成孟加拉文，译文虽不十分忠实于原文，但文笔流畅。
METHINKS, my love, before the day- break of life you stood under some waterfall of happy dreams, filling your blood with its liquid turbulence. Or, perhaps, your path was through the garden of the gods, where the merry multitude of jasmine, lilies, and oleanders fell into your arms in heaps, and entering your heart became boisterous.
Your laughter is a song whose words are drowned in the clamour of tunes, a rapture of the odour of flowers unseen ; it is like the moonlight break- ing through the window of your lips when the moon is hiding in your heart. I ask for no reason, I forget the cause, I only know that your laughter is the tumult of insurgent life.
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多少回，春天轻轻叩我们的房门，而我正为工作忙碌，你也不去理睬它。今天，只剩下我独自一人，伤心肠断，意气消沉的时候，春天又来了，我不知道怎样把它从门口赶开。当春天想向我们献上欢乐的冠冕时，我们的大门却紧紧关闭着，但是，现在，当春天带来的是忧伤的礼品时，我却不得不让它畅行无阻地走进门来。
MANY a time when the spring day knocked at our door I kept busy with my work and you did not answer. Now when I am left alone and heart- sick the spring day comes once again, but I know not how to turn him away from the door. When he came to crown us with joy the gate was shut, but now when he comes with his gift of sorrow his path must be open.
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往日里，闹闹嚷嚷的春天曾一路欢笑着闯入我的生活，把玫瑰撒满大地，向晓的天空被无忧树嫩叶的热吻染作一片火红。今天呵，春天穿过幽寂的小径，沿着凄清郁悒的树荫，悄悄地潜入我独处的小屋，静静地坐在露台上，凝视着前面原野的绿色化为一片苍茫的暗淡的天际。
THE boisterous spring, who once came into my life with its lavish laughter, burdening her hours with improvident roses, setting skies aflame with the red kisses of new-born ashoka leaves, now comes stealing into my solitude through the lonely lanes along the brooding shadows heavy with silence, and sits still in my balcony gazing across the fields, where the green of the earth swoons exhausted in the utter paleness of the sky.
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像低垂的雨云，告别的时候来到了。我仅仅来得及用颤巍巍的双手，在你的手腕上系上一条红色的丝带。如今，正是摩怙阿花盛开的季节，我独自坐在草地上，一遍又一遍地暗自思索：“你腕上还系着那条红丝带吗?”
你沿着黄花照眼的亚麻田边的小路离去了。我看见，昨夜我为你编结的花环依然松松地垂在你的发上。为什么你不肯稍待片刻，让我在清晨采集鲜艳的花朵，作为最后献礼?我不知道，你头上那支松垂着的花环是否已在无意间跌落在小路上?
多少个黄昏和黎明，我为你歌唱;你离去时，低声吟唱的正是那最后的一支歌。你不肯多停片刻，听我为你再唱一支只是为你，永远为你谱写的新歌。我不知道，你在田野中穿行时低声吟唱的我的那支歌，是否终于使你厌倦了?
WHEN our farewell moment came, like a low-hanging rain-cloud, I had only time to tie a red ribbon on your wrist, while my hands trembled. To- day I sit alone on the grass in the season of mahua flowers, with one quivering question in my mind, " Do you still keep the little red ribbon tied on your wrist ? You went by the narrow road that skirted the blossoming field of flax. I saw that my garland of overnight was still hanging loose from your hair. But why did you not wait till I could gather, in the morning, new flowers for my final gift ? I wonder if unawares it dropped on your way, the garland hanging loose from your hair.Many a song I had sung to you, morning and evening, and the last one you carried in your voice when you went away. You never tarried to hear the one song unsung I had
for you alone and for ever. I wonder if, at last, you are tired of my song that you hummed to yourself while walking through the field.
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昨夜，乌云压顶，预兆着大雨倾盆;阵阵狂风，摇撼着奋力挣扎的橄榄树的枝条。我希望，在这暴风骤雨，孤寂凄清的夜晚，梦如肯降临，他应化作我心爱的人来到我的睡梦中.
风儿仍在呜咽着掠过田野，黎明苍白的脸颊挂满泪珠。我的梦也已落空，因为，现实是冷酷的，而梦也自有主张，独断独行。
昨夜，黑暗沉醉在狂风暴雨之中，雨像是夜的面幕，被狂风撕成碎片;在这星辰隐匿，暴雨喧嚣的夜晚，梦如化做我心爱的人来相会，现实是否会妒忌呢?
LAST night clouds were threatening, and amlak branches struggled in the grips of the gusty wind. I hoped, if dreams came to me, they would come in the shape of my beloved, in the lonely night loud with rain.
The winds still moan through the fields, and the tear-stained cheeks of dawn are pale. My dreams have been in vain, for truth is hard, and dreams, too, have their own ways.
Last night when the darkness was drunken with storm, and the rain, like night’s veil, was torn by the winds into shreds, would it make truth jealous if untruth came to me in the shape of my beloved, in the starless night loud with rain ?
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我的镣铐，你在我的心底谱写乐曲;我终日拨弄你，使你成了我增加光彩的装饰物。我们是亲密的朋友;你也曾使我畏惧，但畏惧之情使我更加爱你。你是我漫漫长夜中的伴侣，在我向你告别之前，容我向你顶礼，我的镣铐。
MY fetters, you made music in my heart. I played with you all day long and made you my ornament. We were the best of friends, my fetters. There were times when I was afraid of you, but my fear made me love you the more. You were companions of my long dark night, and I make my bow to you, before I bid you good-bye, my fetters.
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我的小船呵，你的舵几经损毁，帆也破成碎片，你常常飘向海洋，拖着铁锚，你并不在意。可是这一次，你的船身上已经展开了一道裂缝，你的货舱装载的货物又很沉重，现在是你结束航行的时候了，让轻轻拍岸的波浪摇你入睡吧。
啊，我知道一切规劝警诫都是徒劳的。蒙着面纱的神秘的毁灭命运在诱惑你。狂风暴雨疯狂地向你扑来。浪潮高卷，轰鸣接天，热烈的狂舞震撼着你。
那么，挣断铁链，我的小船，摆脱羁绊，无畏地冲向你的毁灭吧!
You had your rudder broken many a time, my boat, and your sails torn to tatters. Often had you drifted towards the sea, dragging anchor, and heeded not. But now there has spread a crack in your hull and your hold is heavy. Now is the time for you to end your voyage, to be rocked into sleep by the lapping of the water by the beach.
Alas, I know all warning is vain.
The veiled face of dark doom lures you. The madness of the storm and the waves is upon you. The music of the tide is rising high.
You are shaken by the fever of that dance.
Then break your chain, my boat, and be free, and fearlessly rush to your wreck.
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当我年轻时，我曾在湍急迅猛的激流中漂游;春风挥霍成性地在吹拂，枝头繁花似火，百鸟争鸣，不知疲倦。
热情的洪流淹没了我的理智，我以令人目眩的速度扬帆疾驶;我没有时间以我的心灵去观察，去感受，去理解这个现实的世界。
如今，韶华已逝，我的小船搁浅在岸上，我听到了万物的深沉的乐曲，苍穹也向我敞开缀满繁星的胸怀。
THE current in which I drifted ran rapid and strong when I was young.
The spring breeze was spendthrift of itself, the trees were on fire with flowers ; and the birds never slept from singing.
I sailed with giddy speed, carried away by the flood of passion ; I had no time to see and feel and take the world into my being.
Now that youth has ebbed and I am stranded on the bank, I can hear the deep music of all things, and the sky opens to me its heart of stars.
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我的双眸背后，有一个旁观者，他仿佛见过远古时代的事物，熟悉混沌初开时的世间生活，而这些被人遗忘的情景在草茎上闪烁，在树叶上颤动。他见到过暮色苍茫星光闪烁时分蒙上新面纱的心爱的人的脸庞。因此，在他眼中，蓝天像是为无数的聚散离合而痛苦，春风里仿佛弥漫着一种强烈的愿望——那对亘古世纪的悄悄私语的怀念。
THERE is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. It seems he has seen things in ages and worlds beyond memory’s shore, and those forgotten sights glisten on the grass and shiver on the leaves. He has seen under new veils the face of the one beloved, in twilight hours of many a nameless star. Therefore his sky seems to ache with the pain of countless meetings and partings, and a longing pervades this spring breeze, the longing that is full of the whisper of ages without beginning.
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逝去的青春送来消息，它对我说：“在微笑成熟为泪花，时光为未出唇的歌声而痛苦的尚未降临人间的五月的震颤里，我在等着你。”
它说：“踏过已消逝的时光的轨迹，穿过死亡之门，到我身边来吧!因为梦境消逝，希望落空，你采集的岁月的果实也腐烂了。但是，我是永恒的真实，在你从此岸到彼岸的生命旅程中，你将与我一再相逢。”
A MESSAGE came from my youth of vanished days, saying, " I wait for you among the quiverings of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung."
It says, " Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the gathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore."
