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One word keep for me in your silence, O World, when I am dead, I have loved.
当我死时,世界呀,请在你的沉默中,替我留着“我已经爱过了”这句话吧。
The lamp of meeting burns 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 day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.
Let me dream.
白天的工作完了。把我的脸掩藏在您的臂间吧,母亲。
让我入梦吧。
Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.
在我的心头燃点起那休憩的黄昏星吧,然后让黑夜向我微语着爱情。
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the after glow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
当我去时,让我的思想到你那里来,如那夕阳的余光,映在沉默的星天的边上。
I came to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest, I leave your door as a friend, my earth.
大地呀,我到你岸上时是一个陌生人,住在你屋内时是一个宾客,离开你
的门时是一个朋友。
Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.
从万物的愁苦中,我听见了“永恒母亲”的呻吟。
The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
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。
I have learnt the simple meaning of your whispers in flowers and sunshine---teach me to know your words in pain and death.
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。
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Stray Birds By Rabindranath Tagore
"Stray Birds" contains ideas on nature, man, and
“飞鸟集”包含了大自然、人类和他的思想环境,一个坐在窗户旁的人,在那里,夏天的飞鸟唱着歌,飞走了。这些短的,有时仅仅是一句诗,往往只是一个形象或一个思想的升华,但他们留在心里,像不容易飞走的鸟。作者拉宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔是诺贝尔文学奖得主(1913年),也是印度最伟大的诗人之一,是独立的印度国歌和孟加拉国国歌的作曲家。他在各种文学体裁上都写得很成功,但他首先是一位诗人,出版了50多卷诗歌。他是一位孟加拉作家,出生于加尔各答,后来周游世界。