[分享]飞鸟集---泰戈尔

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:25

眼不能以视来骄人，却以它们的眼镜来骄人。 The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:26

我住在我的这个小小的世界里，生怕使它再缩小一丁点儿。把我抬举到您 的世界里去吧，让我高高兴兴地失去我的一切的自由。 I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Life me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:26

虚伪永远不能凭借它生长在权力中而变成真实。 The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:27

我的心，同着它的歌的拍拍舐岸的波浪，渴望着要抚爱这个阳光熙 和的绿色世界。 My heart, with its lapping waves of son, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:27

道旁的草，爱那天上的星吧，你的梦境便可在花朵里实现了。 Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:27

让你的音乐如一柄利刃，直刺入市井喧扰的心中吧。 Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:28

这树的颤动之叶，触动着我的心，象一个婴儿的手指。 The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:28

小花睡在尘土里。 它寻求蛱蝶走的道路。 The little flower lies in the dust. It sought the path of the butterfly.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:28

我是在道路纵横的世界上。 夜来了。打开您的门吧，家之世界呵！ I am in the world of the roads. The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:29

我已经唱过了您的白天的歌。 在黄昏的时候，让我拿着您的灯走过风雨飘摇的道路吧。 I have sung the songs of thy day. In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:29

我不要求你进我的屋里。 你到我无量的孤寂里来吧，我的爱人！ I do not ask thee into the house. Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:29

死亡隶属于生命，正与生一样。 举足是走路，正如落足也是走路。 Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:30

我已经学会在花与阳光里微语的意义。－－再教我明白你在苦与死 中所说的话吧。 I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine ---teach me to know thy words in pain and death.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:30

夜的花朵来晚了，当早晨吻着她时，她颤栗着，叹息了一声，萎落在地上 了。 The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 14:30

从万物的愁苦中，我听见了“永恒母亲”的呻吟。 Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.

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