☆诗歌欣赏☆情人的礼物(5)

情人的礼物(爱者之贻)

Lover’s Gifts(5)

泰戈尔

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姑娘们去河边汲水，树林中传来她们的笑声;我渴望和姑娘们一道儿，走在通向河边的小路上;那里羊群在树荫下吃草，松鼠从阳光下轻捷地掠过落叶，跳进阴影里。

但是，我已经做完一天应做的事情，我的水罐已经灌满，我伫立在门外，凝望着闪光滴翠的槟榔树叶，聆听着河畔汲水姑娘的欢笑。

日复一日，在露洗过一般清新的清晨，在暮色苍茫慵倦的黄昏，担负起去取回满罐水的任务，始终是我最喜爱、最珍视的享受。

当我意兴阑珊，心情烦乱的时候，那满罐汩汩作声的清水温柔地拍抚着我;它也曾伴随着我欢乐的思绪、无声的笑颜一起欢笑;当我伤心的时候，它泪水盈盈，呜咽地向

我倾诉心曲;我也曾在风狂雨骤的日子，抱着它走在路上，哗哗的雨声淹没了鸽子焦心的哀鸣。

我已经做完一天应做的事情，我的水罐已经灌满，西方的斜晖已经暗淡，树下的阴影已经更深更重;从开满黄花的亚麻田中传来一声长叹，我的不安的眼睛了望着村中通

向河水深黑的河岸的蜿蜒小路。

THE girls are out to fetch water from the river their laughter comes through the trees, I long to join them in the lane, where goats graze in the

shade, and squirrels flit from sun to shadow, across the fallen leaves.

But my day’s task is already done, my jars are filled. I stand at my door to watch the glistening green of the areca leaves, and hear the laughing women going to fetch water from the river.

It has ever been dear to me to carry the burden of my full vessel day after day, in the dew-dipped morning fresh- ness and in the tired glimmer of the

day fall.

Its gurgling water babbled to me when my mind was idle, it laughed with the silent laughter of my joyous thoughts it spoke to my heart with tearful sobs when I was sad. I have carried it in stormy days, when the loud rain drowned the anxious cooing of doves.

My day’s task is done, my jars are filled, the light wanes in the west, and shadows gather beneath the trees ; a sigh comes from the flowering linseed

field, and my wistful eyes follow the lane that runs through the village to the bank of the dark water.

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难道你仅仅是一幅画像，不像是繁星和尘埃确实存在?和着世间万物的脉搏、繁星闪烁，尘埃颤动，而你的静止的画像是那样绝对地远离一切，孤零零的。

你曾伴着我一同散步，你的呼吸是温馨的，你的四肢充满着生活的乐曲。你的话语道出了我的感受，你的脸庞触动了我的心弦。突然，你停住脚步，留在永恒的阴影里，

而我只好踽踽独行。

Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true as this dust ? They throb with the pulse of things, but you are immensely aloof in your

stillness, painted form.

The day was when you walked with me, your breath warm, your limbs singing of life. My world found its speech in your voice, and touched my heart with your face. You sud- denly stopped in your walk, in the shadow - side of the Forever, and I went on alone.

43

生命像个孩子，边笑边摇动死亡的拨浪鼓向前奔跑，它向我招手，我那无形的先驱继续前进。但是，你却停住脚步，留在尘埃和繁星之后，你不过是一幅画像。

不，你不可能是一幅画像。如果你的生命之流停止了，那么河水也会不再奔流，五彩缤纷的晨曦也会停住脚步。如果你那像闪烁的暮色般的黑发消失在绝望的黑暗之中，

那么夏日的绿荫也会带着它的梦儿死去。

我真的会将你忘记吗?我们匆匆赶路，忘却了路旁篱边的绿叶鲜花。然而，芳香却在不知不觉间融进我们的忘却之中，使它充满了音乐。你离开我处身其间的世界，却在

我的生命之源找到了安身之所，因此，那遗忘不正是消失在它的深处的记忆么?

你已不再听我唱歌，你已溶进我的歌声，你随着破晓时的曙光来到我的身边，又随着傍晚夕阳的最后一道金光离去。然而，从此我总在黑夜中寻找你。不，你决不仅仅是

一幅画像。

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs ; it beckons me on, I follow the unseen ; but you stand there, where you stopped behind that dust and those stars ; and you are a mere picture. No, it cannot be.

Had the life- flood utterly stopped in you, it would stop the river in its flow, and the foot- fall of dawn in her cadence of colours. Had the glimmering dusk of your hair vanished in the hopeless dark, the woodland shade of summer would die with its dreams.

Can it be true that I forgot you? We haste on without heed, forgetting the flowers on the roadside hedge. Yet they breathe unaware into our forget-

fulness, filling it with music. You have moved from my world, to take seat at the root of my life, and there- fore is this forgetting remembrance

lost in its own depth.

You are no longer before my songs, but one with them. You came to me with the first ray of dawn. I lost you with the last gold of evening. Ever

since I am always finding you through the dark. No, you are no mere picture.

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你死去了，从世间万物中消失了，你的死对我身外的一切说来是你终止了生命;但是，你却在我的悲伤中得到完全的再生。我感到我的生命更臻完美，因为，在我的生命

中，男性的刚强与不朽的女性的温柔永远合二为一了。

WHEN in your death you died to all that was outside me, vanishing from the thousand things of the world, to be fully reborn in toy sorrow, I felt

that my life had grown perfect, the man and the woman becoming one in me for ever.

45

携了美与秩序到我的不幸的生活中来吧，女人，就像你活着的时候将它们带到我的家里一样。拂去时光的尘屑，注满空空的水罐，照料那被忽视的一切。再敞开神庙内殿

的大门，点燃明烛，让我们在神面前默然相对吧。

BRING beauty and order into my for- lorn life, woman, as you brought them into my house when you lived. Sweep away the dusty fragments of the hours,

fill the empty jars and mend all neglects. Then open the inner door of the shrine, light the candle, and let us meet there in silence before our God.

46

天空凝视着自己无垠的蔚蓝，沉入梦幻。我们，一堆堆的云朵，便是它的突发的奇想。我们飘浮无定，没有家园。星星在永恒的王冠上闪耀。关于它们的记录是永久性的，

而我们却是用铅笔写就的草稿，转瞬之间便可以抹去。在太空的舞台上，我们是那敲响手鼓，放声大笑的角色。但是，暴雨雷鸣便来自我们的笑声，而雨点是足够真实的，雷声也非同小可。然而，我们无权向时间要求报酬，我们随风飘来，在我们还来不及命名时，又随风飘去了。

THE sky gazes on its own endless blue and dreams. We clouds are its whims, we have no home. The stars shine on the crown of Eternity. Their records

are permanent, while ours are pen- cilled, to be rubbed off the next moment. Our part is to appear on the stage of the air to sound our tambourines and fling flashes of laughter. But from our laughter comes the rain, which is real enough, and thunder which is no jest. Yet we have no claim upon Time for wages, and the breath that blew us into being blows us away before we are given a name.

47

道路是我的新娘。白昼，她在我脚下向我低语，永夜，她和着我的梦儿歌唱。

我与她的相会没有起始，也无终止，随曙光来临，随夏天的鲜花与歌儿更新。她的每一次亲吻，都像爱人的初吻。

我和道路是一对恋人。每个夜晚都为她换上新装，每个清晨，我都将褴褛的旧衣留在路旁的客栈里。

THE road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet all day, she sings to my dreams all night.

My meeting with her had no beginning, it begins endlessly at each daybreak, renewing its summer in fresh flowers and songs, and her every new kiss is the first kiss to me.

The road and I are lovers. I change my dress for her night after night, leaving the tattered cumber of the old in the wayside inns when the day dawns.

48

每日里，我沿着同一条老路来来去去，送水果到市场，赶牛群去牧场，划渡船过小河，条条道路对我是那么熟悉。

一天早晨，田野里到处是忙碌的人们，牧场上到处是牛群，大地的胸膛和着成熟的稻浪欢快地起伏。我走着，手里提着沉重的篮子。

忽然，一阵轻风吹过，天空仿佛在亲吻我的前额。我的心儿跳动，仿佛朝阳破雾而出。

我忘记了走熟的老路，向路边跨出了几步，熟悉的景物变得陌生了，就像一朵花，我只在它含苞欲放的时候认识它。

我为我平日的小聪明感到羞愧，我离开正途闯入了仙境般的世界。那天清晨，我迷失了道路，却找到了永存的赤子之心，这是我一生的幸运。

I TRAVELLED the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market, my cattle to the meadows, I ferried my boat across the stream and all the ways were well known to me.

One morning my basket was heavy with wares. Men were busy in the fields, the pastures crowded with cattle ; the breast of earth heaved with the mirth of ripening rice.

Suddenly there was a tremor in the air, and the sky seemed to kiss me on my forehead. My mind started up like the morning out of mist.

I forgot to follow the track. I stepped a few paces from the path, and my familiar world appeared strange to me, like a flower I had only known in bud.

My everyday wisdom was ashamed. I went astray in the fairyland of things. It was the best luck of my life that I lost my path that morning, and found my eternal childhood.

49

我的宝贝，你问我：天堂在什么地方?圣贤告诉我们：天堂超越于生死界限之外，也不受日夜交替的制约，天堂不属于尘世。

然而，你的诗人却明白：天堂渴望着时间和空间，它为降生到这果实累累的大地上而不息地努力着。天堂就在你那娇柔的体内，就在你那急速跳动着的心中，我的宝贝。

大海快乐地敲响了鼓点，花儿踮起脚尖亲吻你，因为，天堂和你一起诞生在大地母亲的怀抱里。

WHERE is heaven ? you ask me, my child, the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, un- swayed by the rhythm of day and night ; it is not of this earth.

But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart.

The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother-dust.

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母亲把女孩抱在怀里，唱道：“下来，下来吧，亲一亲我的宝贝，在她小小的额头上。”月亮梦一般地微笑着。夏季隐约的花香在暗中浮动;幽静的芒果林的浓荫深处传

来夜莺的歌唱;遥远的村落中升起一阵牧童的笛声，笛声里带着无限的忧郁。年轻的母亲抱着孩子，坐在台阶上，柔声低唱：“下来，下来吧，月亮，亲一亲我的宝贝，在她

小小的额头上。”她仰望着天上的明月，又低头俯视着怀中“地上的小月亮”，我惊奇地望着这一派宁静的月光。

孩子欢笑着，学着母亲歌唱：“下来，下来吧，月亮。”母亲微笑了，月光皎洁的夜也微笑了。没有人看见我，诗人，小宝贝母亲的丈夫，正躲在后面注视着这画一般的景象

①本诗为迪金德罗拉尔·罗易(DrijendralalRoy，1863—1913)所作。迪金德罗拉尔·罗易是孟加拉著名剧作家和诗人，著有《雅利安之歌》(二卷，1882，1893)及

《滑稽诗集》(1898)等。他的诗多采用不受传统韵律束缚的、泰戈尔式的自由体和童谣体，以语言流畅，节奏明快见长，但不够精练。后来成为泰戈尔最激烈的反对派。

" COME, moon, come down, kiss my darling on the forehead," cries the mother as she holds the baby girl in her lap while the moon smiles as it dreams. There come stealing in the dark the vague fragrance of the summer and the night-bird’s songs from the shadow -laden solitude of the mango - grove. At a far-away village rises from a peasant’s flute a fountain of plaintive notes, and the young mother, sitting on the terrace, baby in her lap, croons sweetly, " Come, moon, come down, kiss my darling on the forehead." Once she looks up at the light of the sky, and then at the light of the earth in her arms, and I wonder at the placid silence of the moon.

The baby laughs and repeats her mother’s call, " Come, moon, come down." The mother smiles, and smiles the moonlit night, and I, the poet, the husband of the baby’s mother, watch this picture from behind, unseen.

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