泰戈尔《飞鸟集》之十三

　　１９１

　　弓在箭要射出之前，低声对箭说道："你的自由就是我的自由。"

　　The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--

　　Your freedom is mine.

　　１９２

　　妇人，在你的笑声里有着生命之泉的音乐。

　　Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.

　　１９３

　　全是理智的心，恰如一柄全是锋刃的刀。它叫使用它的人手上流血。

　　A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

　　１９４

　　神爱人间的灯光甚于他自己的大星。

　　God loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars.

　　１９５

　　这世界乃是为美之音乐所驯服了的狂风骤雨的世界。

　　This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.

　　１９６

　　晚霞向太阳说道："我的心经了你的接吻，便似金的宝箱了。"

　　My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss, cloud to the sun.

　　１９７

　　接触着，你许会杀害；远离着，你许会占有。

　　By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

　　１９８

　　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。

　　The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.

　　１９９

　　花朵向星辰落尽了的曙天叫道："我的露点全失落了。"

　　I have lost my dewdrop, lost all its stars.

　　２００

　　燃烧着的木块，熊熊地生出火光，叫道："这是我的花朵，我的死亡。"

　　The burning log bursts in flame and cries, --- "This is my flower, my death."

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