飞鸟集|泰戈尔|中英文双语|Stray Birds|Tagore|Bilingu

My evening cameamong the alien trees and spoke in a languagewhich my morningstars did not know.我的晚色从陌生的树木中走来，它用我的晓星所不懂得的语言说话。

Night's darkness isa bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.夜之黑暗是一只口袋，迸出黎明的金光。

God's right hand isgentle, but terrible is his left hand.神的右手是慈爱的，但是他的左手却可怕。

Our desire lendsthe colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours oflife.我们的欲望把彩虹的颜色借给那只不过是云雾的人生。

The best does notcome alone.It comes with thecompany of the all.最好的东西不是独来的，它伴了所有的东西同来。

The service of thefruit is precious, the service of the flower issweet, but let myservice be the service of the leaves in its shade ofhumble devotion.果的事业是尊贵的，花的事业是甜美的；但是让我做叶的事业吧，叶是谦逊地，专心地垂着绿荫的。

My sad thoughtstease me asking me their own names.我的忧思缠绕着我，要问我它自己的名字。

God waits to winback his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.神等待着，要从人的手上把他自己的花朵作为礼物赢得回去。

The best does notcome alone.It comes with thecompany of the all.最好的东西不是独来的，它伴了所有的东西同来。

Men are cruel, butMan is kind.独夫们是凶暴的，但人民是善良的。

Praise shames me,for I secretly beg for it.荣誉使我感到惭愧，因为我暗地里求着它。

The storm is likethe cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.狂风暴雨象是在痛苦中的某个天神的哭声，因为他的爱情被大地所拒绝。

When the sun goesdown to the West, the East of his morning standsbefore him insilence.太阳在西方落下时，他的早晨的东方已静悄悄地站在他面前。

Let me not putmyself wrongly to my world and set it against me.让我不要错误地把自己放在我的世界里而使它反对我。

Timid thoughts, donot be afraid of me.I am a poet.腆怯的思想呀，不要怕我。我是一个诗人。

I stretch my handsthrough the coverlet of night for thee, Mother.我是一个在黑暗中的孩子。我从夜的被单里向您伸出我的双手，母亲。

歌声在天空中感到无限，图画在地上感到无限，诗呢，无论在空中，在地上都是如此。因为诗的词句含有能走动的意义与能飞翔的音乐。The song feels theinfinite in the air, the picture in the earth,the poem in the airand the earth;For its words havemeaning that walks and music that soars.

This life is thecrossing of a sea, where we meet in the samenarrow ship.In death we reachthe shore and go to our different worlds.我们的生命就似渡过一个大海，我们都相聚在这个狭小的舟中。死时，我们便到了岸，各往各的世界去了。

He who is too busydoing good finds no time to be good.太急于做好事的人，反而找不到时间去做好人。

The lamp of meetingburns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.集会时的灯光，点了很久，会散时，灯便立刻灭了。

The cobweb pretendsto catch dewdrops and catches flies.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。

Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.In fiction she moves with ease.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。

Death's stamp givesvalue to the coin of life; making it possibleto buy with lifewhat is truly precious.死之印记给生的钱币以价值，使它能够用生命来购买那真正的宝物。　　

How far are youfrom me, O Fruit?I am hidden in yourheart, O Flower.“你离我有多远呢，果实呀？”　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　“我藏在你心里呢，花呀。”　　　　

The perfect decksitself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.“完全”为了对“不全”的爱，把自己装饰得美丽。

The stars are notafraid to appear like fireflies.群星不怕显得象萤火那样。　　

God finds himselfby creating.神从创造中找到他自己。　　

They light theirown lamps and sing their own words in their temples.But the birds singthy name in thine own morning light, --- for thyname is joy.他们点了他们自己的灯，在他们的寺院内，吟唱他们自己的话语。但是小鸟们却在你的晨光中，唱着你的名字，－－因为你的名字便是快乐。

They throw theirshadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了自己前面。　　

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stopsfor a moment, nods to me and goes.我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

 Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makeslove to you.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。　　

God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.神的右手是慈爱的，但是他的左手却可怕。

Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.我们的欲望把彩虹的颜色借给那只不过是云雾的人生。

Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in itsdepth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.当我没有什么事做时，便让我不做什么事，不受骚扰地沉入安静深处吧，一如海水沉默时海边的暮色。

My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowyisland of Anywhere.我的心向着阑珊的风张了帆，要到无论何处的荫凉之岛去。

That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open,or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?压迫着我的，到底是我的想要外出的灵魂呢，还是那世界的灵魂，敲着我心的门，想要进来呢？

The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。

Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.In fiction she moves with ease.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。

He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.太急于做好事的人，反而找不到时间去做好人。

I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of itsmemories in silence.我象那夜间之路，正静悄悄地谛听着记忆的足音。

The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark,like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.蟋蟀的唧唧，夜雨的淅沥，从黑暗中传到我的耳边，好似我已逝的少年时代沙地来到我的梦境中。

My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.我的昼间之花，落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。在黄昏中，这花成熟为一颗记忆的金果。

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.“我相信你的爱，”让这句话做我的最后的话。

Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult.我的未完成的过去，从后边缠绕到我身上，使我难于死去，请从它那里释放了我吧。

Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk—the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree-tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.在这个黄昏的朦胧里，好些东西看来都有些幻相—尖塔的底层在黑暗里消失了，树顶像墨水的斑点似的。我将等待着黎明，而当我醒来的时候，就会看到在光明里的您的城市。

There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.在我的一生里，也有贫乏和沉默的地域。它们是我忙碌的日子得到日光与空气的几片空旷之地。

God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.上帝等待着人在智慧中重新获得童年。

Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my love will help it.让我感到这个世界乃是您的爱的成形吧，那么，我的爱也将帮助着它。

Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.您的太阳光对着我的心头的冬天微笑着，从来不怀疑它的春天的花朵。

God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.上帝在他的爱里吻着“有涯”，而人却吻着“无涯”。