情人的礼物(爱者之贻)
Lover’s Gifts(3)
泰戈尔
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一 束 花
我的花儿像乳汁一样洁白，蜂蜜一样香甜，美酒一样芳酵;我用金色的丝带将花儿扎成一束，但是它们逃避我小心的照拂，飞散了，只有丝带留着。
我的歌儿像乳汁一样清新，蜂蜜一样甜美，美酒一样令人陶醉;它们和我心的跳动同一韵律;但是它们——这闲暇时的宠儿，展开翅膀飞去了，只有我的心在孤寂中跳动着。
我所爱的美丽的姑娘像乳汁一样纯洁，蜂蜜一样甜蜜，美酒一样迷人;她的绛唇像清晨时开放的玫瑰，她的眼睛像蜂儿②般漆黑。我屏住呼吸，生怕惊动了她;但是，她也像我的花儿和歌声一样离开了我，只有我的爱情留着。
①本言为戴文德拉纳特•森(DevendranathSen1855—1920)所作。戴文德拉纳特•森，孟加拉浪漫主义诗人。他的诗的内容多为对女人的崇敬，对儿童的挚爱和对自然风物的描写。森爱花成癖，诗集多以花束命名，著有：《无忧花束》、《玫瑰花束》和《马樱花束》等。
②蜂儿：指印度的一种黑蜂。印度人的审美习惯以为它最美丽，常用它来形容女人眸子的漆黑和眼波的流转，以及皮肤的微黑，体态的轻盈。
MY flowers were like milk and honey and wine ; I bound them into a posy with a golden ribbon, but they escaped my watchful care and fled away, and only the ribbon remains.
My songs were like milk and honey and wine, they were held in the rhythm of my beating heart, but they spread their wings and fled away, the darlings of the idle hours, and my heart beats in silence.
The beauty I loved was like milk and honey and wine, her lips like the rose of the dawn, her eyes bee-black. I kept my heart silent lest it should startle her, but she eluded me like my flowers and like my songs, and my love remains alone.
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假如来生我有幸投生为布林达森林①里的牧童，我甘愿忍受失去书香门第的骄傲的一切痛苦。
牛群在草场吃草，牧童坐在大榕树下，悠闲地编织着红豆花环，他喜欢投入耶摩那清而深的河水中激起水花。
拂晓，小巷中家家响起搅奶器的嗡嗡声，他唤醒伙伴们去放牧;牛群扬起一阵尘雾，姑娘们来到院子里挤牛奶。
山竹果树下的阴影更浓了，河两岸的暮色苍茫;挤奶姑娘渡过波浪汹涌的河水时，吓得胆颤心惊;一群孔雀展开光彩夺目的尾翎，在森林里起舞。而牧童正凝视夏日的云霞。
四月的夜晚像初绽的花朵一般甜蜜，牧童消失在森林中，头上斜插着一根孔雀翎毛。缀满鲜花的秋千绳紧紧拴在树枝上，南风在笛声中轻轻震颤，快活的牧童，结队来到蓝莹莹的河水边。
我的兄弟，我不愿意做孟加拉新时代的先驱，也不想为蒙昧的人民点亮文明的灯火;但愿我能投生在无忧树郁郁葱葱的密林里，投生在布林达的村庄中，那里姑娘们搅动牛奶做奶酪。
①布林达森林：印度神话中大神黑天童年时与牧女拉塔相爱的地方，是印度维湿奴派信徒的圣地。
I SHALL gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house, if only in some happy future I am born a herd boy in the Brinda forest.
The herd boy who grazes his cattle sitting under the banyan tree, and idly weaves gunja flowers into gar- lands, who loves to splash and plunge in the Jamuna’s cool deep stream.
He calls his companions to wake up when morning dawns, and all the houses in the lane hum with the sound of the churn, clouds of dust are raised by the cattle, the maidens come out in the courtyard to milk the kine.
As the shadows deepen under the tomal trees, and the dusk gathers on the river-banks ; when the milkmaids, while crossing the turbulent water, tremble with fear ; and loud peacocks, with tails outspread, dance in the forest, he watches the summer clouds.
When the April night is sweet as a fresh-blown flower, he disappears in the forest with a peacock’s plume in his hair ; the swing ropes are twined with flowers on the branches ; the south wind throbs with music, and the merry shepherd boys crowd on the banks of the blue river.
No, I will never be the leader, brothers, of this new age of new Bengal ; I shall not trouble to light the lamp of culture for the benighted. If only I could be born, under the shady Asoka groves, in some village of Brinda, where milk is churned by the maidens.
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我爱这铺满沙砾的河岸，鸭群在寂静的水塘里呷呷嬉戏，乌龟在阳光下晒暖;夜幕四垂时，漂泊的渔船停泊在高高的水草丛里。
你爱那盖满绿茵的河岸，茂密的竹林郁郁葱葱，汲水的姑娘们沿着蜿蜒的小径迤逦而行。
同一条河在我们中间流淌，向它的两岸低唱着同一支歌。我独自躺在星光下的沙上，倾听着：晨光熹微中，你一人坐在河岸边，倾听着，只是河水对我唱了什么，你不知道;它倾诉给你的，对我也永远是个难解的迷。
I LOVED the sandy bank where, in the lonely pools, ducks clamoured and turtles basked in the sun ; where, with evening, stray fishing-boats took shelter in the shadow by the tall grass.
You loved the wooded bank where shadows were gathered in the arms of the bamboo thickets ; where women came with their vessels through the winding lane.
The same river flowed between us, singing the same song to both its banks. I listened to it, lying alone on the sand under the stars ; and you listened sitting by the edge of the slope in the early morning light. Only the words I heard from a it you did not know, and the secret it spoke to you was a mystery for ever to me.
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你站在半开的窗牖前，面纱微微撩起，等待着货郎来卖手镯脚铃。你懒散地望着，笨重的牛车在尘土飞扬的土路上叽嘎叽嘎地滚动着车轮。远处的河面上，天水相接处，帆樯缓缓飘动。
世界对你，就好似老奶奶摇动纺车时低声吟唱的小曲，无意义无目的，又充满随心所欲的想象。
但是，有谁知道，也许就在这闷热倦人的正午，那个陌生人提着满篮奇特的货物，已经上路?他响亮地呼唤着路过你的门前时，你便会从依稀的梦中惊醒，将窗儿洞开，抛下面纱，走出房门，去迎接命运的安排。
YOUR window half -opened and veil half -raised you stand there waiting for the bangle- seller to come with his tinsel. You idly watch the heavy cart creak on in the dusty road, and the boat - mast crawling along the horizon across the far-off river.
The world to you is like an old woman’s chant at her spinning-wheel, unmeaning rhymes crowded with random images.
But who knows if he is on his way this lazy sultry noon, the Stranger, carrying his basket of strange wares ? He will pass by your door with his clear cry, and you shall fling open your window, cast off your veil, come out of the dusk of your dreams and meet your destiny.
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我紧握你的双手，我的心跳进你那双黑眼睛的深潭里;我在寻找你，你沉默着不说话，永远躲避我的追求。
我明白我必须满足于这短促的爱情，因为我们不过是在路途中邂逅相逢。难道我有力量伴你走过这人群熙攘的尘世，领你走出这迷宫似的人生曲径?难道我能有充足的食物供你度过那树满死亡之门的阴暗的旅程?
I CLASP your hands, and my heart plunges into the dark of your eyes, seeking you, who ever evade me behind words and silence.
Yet I know that I must be content in my love, with what is fitful and fugitive. For we have met for a moment in the crossing of the roads. Have I the power to carry you through this crowd of worlds, through this maze of paths ? Have I the food that can sustain you across the dark passage gaping with arches of death ?
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如果你偶然想起了我，我便为你唱歌。雨后的黄昏把她的阴影洒在河面上，把她的暗淡的光缓缓拖向西方;斜晖脉脉，已不适于劳作或游戏。
你坐在向南的露台上，我在黑暗的房间里为你唱歌。暮色苍茫，从窗栊飘进湿润的绿叶的清香，预告雷雨将至的狂风在椰林中咆哮。
掌灯时分，我将离去。当你倾听着夜间的天籁，那时也许你能听到我的歌声，虽然我已不再唱歌。
IF by chance you think of me, I shall sing to you when the rainy evening loosens her shadows upon the river, slowly trailing her dim light towards the west, when the day’s remnant is too narrow for work or for play.
You will sit alone in the balcony of the south, and I shall sing from the darkened room. In the growing dusk the smell of the wet leaves will come through the window ; and the stormy winds will become clamorous in the cocoa-nut grove.
When the lighted lamp is brought into the room I shall go. And then, perhaps, you will listen to the night, and hear my song when I am silent.
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我的盘中盛的是我所有的财产，我把它奉献给你。我不知道明天我该将什么供奉在你的足前?百花竞奇斗妍的夏日即将逝去，树儿将花朵凋谢的树枝举起，凝视着苍穹，我就像这株大树。
但是，过去我奉献给你的一切，那永存的泪水难道未曾使一朵小花四时不谢么?
在这夏日将逝之时，我站在你面前，两手空空，你愿记住我奉献给你的那朵小花，愿用你的青眼来酬谢我吗?
I FILLED my tray with whatever I had, and gave it to you. What shall I bring to your feet to-morrow, I wonder ? I am like the tree that, at the end of the flowering summer, gazes at the sky with its lifted branches bare of their blossoms.
But in all my past offerings is there not a single flower made fadeless by the eternity of tears ?
Will you remember it and thank me with your eyes when I stand before you with empty hands at the leave- taking of my summer days ?
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我梦见，她坐在我的床头，纤纤素手轻柔地抚弄我的头发，那爱抚像是在弹拨美妙的乐曲。我望着她的脸庞，双眸泪光闪闪，难言的隐痛将我惊醒。
我坐起来，望着窗外闪烁的星河，那寂静的星河隐藏着热情的火焰。不知此时此刻，她是否在做着相同的梦。
I DREAMT that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst my sleep like a bubble.I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window, like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment she had a dream that rhymed with mine.
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隔着树篱，我们的视线相遇了。我想，我有一些话要对她说，而她却走开了。我要对她讲的话，像一叶扁舟日日夜夜随时间的浪潮而颠簸起伏。我要对她讲的话，仿佛秋天的行云，无止无息地四处追寻，又仿佛变成了黄昏时盛开的花儿，在落霞间寻找它已失去的时光。我要对她讲的话，像萤火虫似地在我的心里熠熠闪光，在绝望的黄昏，探求它的深意。
I THOUGHT I had something to say to her when our eyes met across the hedge. But she passed away. And it rocks day and night, like a boat, on every wave of the hours, the word that I had to say to her. It seems to sail in the autumn clouds on an end- less quest and to bloom into evening flowers, seeking its lost moment in the sunset. It twinkles like fireflies in my heart, to find its meaning in the dusk of despair, the word that I had to say to her.
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春花怒放，就像我那未说出口的爱情的灼热的痛苦。花儿的芬芳，带来了往日的诗歌的回忆。我的心蓦地绽出希望的绿叶。我的爱人没有来，但我的四肢却感到了她的爱抚，穿过芳香的田野传来了她的声音。忧伤的天空的心底有她的凝视，但是，她的眼睛在哪里呢?熏风里飘飞着她的亲吻，但是，她的樱唇在哪里呢?
THE spring flowers break out like the passionate pain of unspoken love. With their breath comes the memory of my old day songs. My heart of a sudden has put on green leaves of desire. My love came not, but her touch is in my limbs, and her voice comes across the fragrant fields. Her gaze is in the sad depth of the sky, but where are her eyes ? Her kisses flit in the air, but where are her lips?
