By Rabindranath Tagore

泰戈尔

The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart…..
I have not seen his face,
nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his footsteps
from the road before my house…..
But the lamp has not been lit
and I cannot ask him into my house;
I live in the hope of meeting with him;
but this meeting is not yet.

等待
我要唱的歌，直到今天还没有唱。
我度过许多日子，把琴弦拧紧又松开。
时机还没来到，歌词也未曾填满；
只有愿望的痛苦充满我的心……
未见其面，未闻其声；
我只听见，他在我房前小路上走过……
但我无法请他进门，
只因我还未点亮灯火；
我生活在与他相遇的 希望中；
但这场相遇未曾来过。