情人的礼物(爱者之贻)
Lover’s Gifts
泰戈尔
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沙杰汗①，你宁愿听任皇权消失，却希望使一滴爱的泪珠②永存。
岁月无情，它毫不怜悯人的心灵，它嘲笑心灵因不肯忘却而徒劳挣扎。
沙杰汗，你用美诱惑它，使它着迷而被俘，你给无形的死神戴上了永不凋谢的形象的王冠。
静夜无声，你在情人耳边倾诉的悄悄私语已经镌刻在永恒沉默的白石上。
尽管帝国皇权已经化为齑粉，历史已经湮没无闻，而那白色的大理石却依然向满天的繁星叹息说：“我记得!”
“我记得!”——然而生命却忘却了。因为生命必须奔赴永恒的征召，她轻装启程，把一切记忆留有孤独凄凉的美的形象里。
①沙杰汗：印度莫卧儿帝国皇帝。
②“一滴爱的泪珠”：指泰姬陵，印度伊斯兰建筑的主要代表。1632—1654年沙杰汗用了22年的时间为其爱妃蒙泰姬在北方邦阿格拉近郊建造了一座陵墓。墓用白色大理石筑成，墙上镶嵌五彩宝石，中央覆以巨大的圆形穹窿。因此诗人以“泪珠”来刻画它。
You allowed your kingly power to vanish, Shajahan, but your wish was to make imperishable a tear-drop of love.
Time has no pity for the human heart, he laughs at its sad struggle to remember.
You allured him with beauty, made him captive, and crowned the formless death with fadeless form.
The secret whispered in the hush of night to the ear of your love is wrought in the perpetual silence of stone.
Though empires crumble to dust, and centuries are lost in shadows, the white marble still sighs to the stars, " I remember."
" I remember." But life forgets, for she has her call to the Endless : and she goes on her voyage un- burdened, leaving her memories to the forlorn forms of beauty.
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我爱，到我的花园里漫步吧。穿过扑来眼底的热情的繁花，不去管她们的殷勤。只为突发的欣喜像惊奇夕阳的灿丽，你且暂停一下脚步，然后飘然逸去。
爱的赠礼是羞怯的，它从不肯说出自己的名字;它轻快地掠过幽暗，沿途散下一阵喜悦的震颤。追上它抓住它，否则就永远失去了它。然而，能够紧握在手中的爱的赠礼，
也不过是一朵娇弱的小花，或是一丝光焰摇曳不定的灯光。
COME to my garden walk, my love. Pass by the fervid flowers that press themselves on your sight. Pass them by, stopping at some chance joy, which like a sudden wonder of sunset illumines, yet eludes.
For love’s gift is shy, it never tells its name, it flits across the shade, spreading a shiver of joy along the dust. Overtake it or miss it for ever.
But a gift that can be grasped is merely a frail flower, or a lamp with a flame that will flicker.
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我的果园中，果实累累，挤满枝头;它们在阳光下，因自己的丰满、蜜汁欲滴而烦恼着。
我的女王，请骄傲地走进我的果园，坐在树荫下，从枝头摘下熟透的果子，让它们尽量把它们甜蜜的负担卸在你的双唇上。
在我的果园中，蝴蝶在阳光中尽舞，树叶在轻轻摇动，果实喧闹着，它成熟了。
THE fruits come in crowds into my orchard, they jostle each other. They surge up in the light in an anguish of fullness.
Proudly step into my orchard, my queen, sit there in the shade, pluck the ripe fruits from their stems, and let them yield, to the utmost, their burden of sweetness at your lips.
In my orchard the butterflies shake their wings in the sun, the leaves tremble, the fruits clamour to come to completion.
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她贴近我的心，就像花草贴紧大地;她对我说来是如此甜蜜，犹如睡眠之子疲惫的肢体;
我对她的爱就是我的整个生命的泛滥，似秋日上涨的河水，无声地纵情奔流;我的歌和我的爱是一体，就像溪流的潺潺涟漪，以它的波浪和水流歌唱。
She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth ; she is sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs. My love for her is my life flowing in its fullness, like a river in autumn flood, running with serene abandon- ment. My songs are one with my love, like the murmur of a stream, that sings with all its waves and currents.
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如果我占有了天空和满天的繁星，如果我占有了世界和它无量的财富，我仍有更多的要求。但是，只要我有了她，即使在这个世界上我只有一块立锥之地，我也会心满意足。
I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars, and the world with its endless riches ; but I would be content with the smallest
corner of this earth if only she were mine. I WOULD ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars, and the world with its endless riches ; but I would be content with the smallest corner of this earth if only she were mine.
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诗人呵，春光明媚豪奢，你应当放歌赞美那些毫不流连的匆匆过客，那些欢笑着奔向前方从不回顾的人，那些像花朵般在恣情欢乐时怒放，转瞬即逝，终不悔恨的人。
请不要默默无言地坐下来，去数你过去的悲欢，——不要停下脚步，去拾起隔夜的鲜花上落下的花瓣;不要去苦苦求索你不理解的东西，去辨别它费解的寓义——不要试
图去填满生命的空白，因为，音乐就来自那空白深处。
In the light of this thriftless day of spring, my poet, sing of those who pass by and do not linger, who laugh as they run and never look back, who
blossom in an hour of unreasoning delight, and fade in a moment without regret.
Do not sit down silently, to tell the beads of your past tears and smiles, do not stop to pick up the dropped petals from the flowers of overnight, do not go to seek things that evade you, to know the meaning that is not plain, leave the gaps in your life where they are, for the music to come
out of their depths.
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我已所剩无几，其余的都在整个无忧无虑的夏天漫不经心地挥霍掉了。现在，它只够谱一首短歌唱给你听;只够编一个小小的花环，轻轻拢上你的手腕;只够用一朵小花做一只耳环，像一粒圆润的粉红色的珍珠，一声羞赧的低语，悬垂在你的耳边;只够在黄昏树荫下，小小的赌赛中，孤注一掷，输个干净。
我的小船是简陋的，又容易破损，不能胜任在暴风雨中迎着惊涛骇浪前进。但是，只要你肯轻轻地踏上它，我愿缓缓划动双桨，载你沿着河岸航行;那里，深蓝的水面上微波荡漾，如同被梦幻揉皱的睡眠;那里，鸽子在低垂的枝头咕咕鸣唤，给正午的树荫笼上一层忧郁。日落人倦时，我将采一朵露滴晶莹的睡莲簪上你的秀发，然后向你告别。
IT is little that remains now, the rest was spent in one careless summer. It is just enough to put in a song and sing to you ; to weave in a flower-
chain gently clasping your wrist ; to hang in your ear like a round pink pearl, like a blushing whisper ; to risk in a game one evening and utterly
lose.
My boat is a frail small thing, not fit for crossing wild waves in the rain. If you but lightly step on it I shall gently row you by the shelter of the shore, where the dark water in ripples is like a dream -ruffled sleep ; where the dove’s cooing from the drooping branches makes the noon-day shadows plaintive. At the day’s end, when you are tired, I shall pluck a dripping lily to put in your hair and take my leave.
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我的小船载满了人，装满了货，但是，我怎能回绝你呢?你孤身一个，只带了几束稻谷。你年轻，身材苗条又纤弱;飘忽的微笑在你的眼角闪烁，你的黑色长裙像雨天的乌云。船上当然有你的位置。旅客将一路陆续登岸归去。你且在我的船头稍停片刻，待船儿靠岸时谁能将你留住?
你向何方去，又会到谁家贮藏你的稻谷?我不会向你发问。但是，黄昏时，当我落下风帆，泊下小船，我会坐下来惊奇地想：你向何方去，又会到谁家贮藏你的稻谷呢?
THERE is room for you. You are alone with your few sheaves of rice. My boat is crowded, it is heavily laden, but how can I turn you away ? your
young body is slim and swaying ; there is a twinkling smile in the edge of your eyes, and your robe is coloured like the rain-cloud.
The travellers will land for different roads and homes. You will sit for a while on the prow of my boat, and at the journey’s end none will keep you
back.
Where do you go, and to what home, to gamer your sheaves ? I will not question you, but when I fold my sails and moor my boat I shall sit and wonder in the evening, Where do you go, and to what home, to garner your sheaves ?
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女人，你的篮子沉重，你的四肢疲乏。你要走多少路?又为寻求什么赢利在奔波?道路是漫长的，烈日下路上的尘土火一般灼热。
看哪，湖水深且满，像乌鸦的眼睛一般黑。湖岸倾斜，嫩草青青为它铺上柔软的地毯。
把你疲惫的双足浸在水中吧，这里午时的熏风会为你梳理飘散的长发;鸽子咕咕低唱着睡眠曲，绿叶窃窃私语，诉说着隐藏在绿荫中的秘密。
即使时光流逝，太阳西沉，又有什么关系呢?即使那横穿荒野的小路迷失在暮色苍茫里，又有什么关系呢?
不要害怕，前面盛开着凤仙花的篱边，就是我的家。我将领你到那里，为你铺好床，点亮一盏灯。明日清晨，鸟雀被挤奶姑娘惊起时我会将你唤醒。
WOMAN, your basket is heavy, your limbs are tired. For what distance have you set out, with what hunger of profit ? The way is long, and the dust is hot in the sun.
See, the lake is deep and full, its water dark like a crow’s eye. The banks are sloping and tender with grass.
Dip your tired feet into the water. The noontide wind will pass its fingers through your hair ; the pigeons will croon their sleep songs, the leaves will murmur the secrets that nestle in the shadows.
What matters it if the hours pass and the sun sets ; if the way through the desolate land be lost in the waning light?
Yonder is my house, by the hedge of flowering henna ; I will guide you. I will make a bed for you, and light a lamp. In the morning, when the
birds are roused by the stir of milking the cows, I will waken you.
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那驱使蜜蜂——这些无形的踪迹的追随者——离开它们蜂房的是什么呀?它们急剧地扇动着的翅膀在传递什么消息呢?它们如何听到沉睡在花心的音乐呢?它们又怎样找
到了羞怯无声地安眠在花房的蜜呢?
WHAT is it that drives these bees from their home ; these followers of unseen trails ? What cry is this in their eager wings ? How can they hear the music that sleeps in the flower soul ? How can they find their way to the chamber where the honey lies shy and silent ?
