飞鸟集 第五章(2)(2/2)
《飞鸟集》作者:罗宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔 (Ra… 2017-04-13 14:19
e as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
Love is life in its fullness like the cup with its wine.
They light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples. But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light, for thy name is joy.
Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks. My heart longs for thy stars, my God.
Love’s pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea; and love’s joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.
白天的工作结束了。让我的脸躲在您的臂弯吧,母亲。 让我沉醉地入梦吧。
聚会的灯光,亮了很久,散会时,灯瞬间熄了。
世界啊,当我死后,请在你的静谧中,为我留下“我曾经爱过了”这句话。
我们热爱这个世界,才生活在这世上。
让死者有不朽的声名,而让生者有不朽的爱恋。
我看见你,像半醒的婴儿在黎明的曙光里看见他的母亲一般,微笑着睡去。
我要一次又一次地死去,以此来明白生命是无穷无尽的。
当我和人群一同走在路上时,我看见您在阳台上微笑,我哼着歌,忘却了所有的喧闹。
爱就是充实的生命,一如盛满了酒的酒杯。
他们点燃自己的灯,在自己的庙宇里,吟唱自己的歌。 但是鸟儿却在你的曙光中,唱着你的名字——因为你的名字就是欢乐。
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
Love is life in its fullness like the cup with its wine.
They light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples. But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light, for thy name is joy.
Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks. My heart longs for thy stars, my God.
Love’s pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea; and love’s joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.
白天的工作结束了。让我的脸躲在您的臂弯吧,母亲。 让我沉醉地入梦吧。
聚会的灯光,亮了很久,散会时,灯瞬间熄了。
世界啊,当我死后,请在你的静谧中,为我留下“我曾经爱过了”这句话。
我们热爱这个世界,才生活在这世上。
让死者有不朽的声名,而让生者有不朽的爱恋。
我看见你,像半醒的婴儿在黎明的曙光里看见他的母亲一般,微笑着睡去。
我要一次又一次地死去,以此来明白生命是无穷无尽的。
当我和人群一同走在路上时,我看见您在阳台上微笑,我哼着歌,忘却了所有的喧闹。
爱就是充实的生命,一如盛满了酒的酒杯。
他们点燃自己的灯,在自己的庙宇里,吟唱自己的歌。 但是鸟儿却在你的曙光中,唱着你的名字——因为你的名字就是欢乐。