拉宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔（RABINDRANATH TAGORE,1861年—1941年），印度诗人、文学家、社会活动家、哲学家和印度民族主义者。代表作有《吉檀迦利》、《飞鸟集》、《眼中沙》、《四个人》、《家庭与世界》、《园丁集》、《新月集》、《最后的诗篇》、《戈拉》、《文明的危机》等。
1861年5月7日，拉宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔出生于印度加尔各答一个富有的贵族家庭，13岁即能创作长诗和颂歌体诗集。1878年赴英国留学，1880年回国专门从事文学活动。1884至1911年担任梵 社秘书，20年代创办国际大学。1913年，他以《吉檀迦利》成为第一位获得诺贝尔文学奖的亚洲人。1941年写作控诉英国殖民统治和相信祖国必将获得独立解放的遗言《文明的危机》。 《吉檀迦利》作为现代最美散文诗为世界人民所膜拜。
GITANJALI 吉檀迦利
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The night darkened. Our day's works had been done. We thought that the last guest had arrived for the night and the doors in the village were all shut. Only some said the king was to come. We laughed and said `No, it cannot be!'
It seemed there were knocks at the door and we said it was nothing but the wind. We put out the lamps and lay down to sleep. Only some said, `It is the messenger!' We laughed and said `No, it must be the wind!'
There came a sound in the dead of the night. We sleepily thought it was the distant thunder. The earth shook, the walls rocked, and it troubled us in our sleep. Only some said it was the sound of wheels. We said in a drowsy murmur, `No, it must be the rumbling of clouds!'
The night was still dark when the drum sounded. The voice came `Wake up! delay not!' We pressed our hands on our hearts and shuddered with fear. Some said, `Lo, there is the king's flag!' We stood up on our feet and cried `There is no time for delay!'
The king has come---but where are lights, where are wreaths? Where is the throne to seat him? Oh, shame! Oh utter shame! Where is the hall, the decorations? Someone has said, `Vain is this cry! Greet him with empty hands, lead him into thy rooms all bare!'
Open the doors, let the conch-shells be sounded! in the depth of the night has come the king of our dark, dreary house. The thunder roars in the sky. The darkness shudders with lightning. Bring out thy tattered piece of mat and spread it in the courtyard. With the storm has come of a sudden our king of the fearful night.
夜深了。我们一天的工作都已做完。我们以为投宿的客人都已来到，村里家家都已闭户了。只有几个人说，国王是要来的。我们笑了说：“不会的，这是不可能的事！”
仿佛门上有敲叩的声音。我们说那不过是风。我们熄灯就寝。只有几个人说：“这是使者！”我们笑了说：“不是，这一定是风！”
在死沉沉的夜里传来一个声音。朦胧中我们以为是远远的雷响。墙摇地动，我们在睡眠里受了惊扰。只有几个人说：“这是车轮的声音。”我们昏困地嘟哝着说：“不是，这一定是雷响！”
鼓声响起的时候天还没亮。有声音喊着说：“醒来罢！别耽误了！”我们拿手按住心口，吓得发抖。只有几个人说：“看哪，这是国王的旗子！”我们爬起来站着叫：“没有时间再耽误了！”
国王已经来了——但是灯火在哪里呢，花环在哪里呢？给他预备的宝座在哪里呢？呵，丢脸，呵，太丢脸了！客厅在哪里，陈设又在哪里呢？有几个人说了：“叫也无用了！用空手来迎接他罢，带他到你的空房里去罢！”
开起门来，吹起法螺罢！在深夜中国王降临到我黑暗凄凉的房子里了。空中雷声怒吼。黑暗和闪电一同颤抖。拿出你的破席铺在院子里罢。我们的国王在可怖之夜与暴风雨一同突然来到了。
52.
I thought I should ask of thee---but I dared not---the rose wreath thou hadst on thy neck. Thus I waited for the morning, when thou didst depart, to find a few fragments on the bed. And like a beggar I searched in the dawn only for a stray petal or two.
Ah me, what is it I find? What token left of thy love? It is no flower, no spices, no vase of perfumed water. It is thy mighty sword, flashing as a flame, heavy as a bolt of thunder. The young light of morning comes through the window and spread itself upon thy bed. The morning bird twitters and asks, `Woman, what hast thou got?' No, it is no flower, nor spices, nor vase of perfumed water---it is thy dreadful sword.
I sit and muse in wonder, what gift is this of thine. I can find no place to hide it. I am ashamed to wear it, frail as I am, and it hurts me when press it to my bosom. Yet shall I bear in my heart this honour of the burden of pain, this gift of thine.
From now there shall be no fear left for me in this world, and thou shalt be victorious in all my strife. Thou hast left death for my companion and I shall crown him with my life. Thy sword is with me to cut asunder my bonds, and there shall be no fear left for me in the world.
From now I leave off all petty decorations. Lord of my heart, no more shall there be for me waiting and weeping in corners, no more coyness and sweetness of demeanour. Thou hast given me thy sword for adornment. No more doll's decorations for me!
我想我应当向你请求——可是我又不敢——你那挂在颈上的玫瑰花环。这样我等到早上，想在你离开的时候，从你床上找到些碎片。我像乞丐一样破晓就来寻找，只为着一两片散落的花瓣。
呵，我呵，我找到了什么呢？你留下了什么爱的表记呢？那不是花朵，不是香料，也不是一瓶香水。那是你的一把巨剑，火焰般放光，雷霆般沉重。清晨的微光从窗外射到床上。晨鸟叽叽喳喳着问：“女人，你得到了什么呢？”不，这不是花朵，不是香料，也不是一瓶香水——这是你的可畏的宝剑。
我坐着猜想，你这是什么礼物呢。我没有地方去藏放它。我不好意思佩带它；我是这样的柔弱，当我抱它在怀里的时候，它就把我压痛了。但是我要把这光宠铭记在心，你的礼物，这痛苦的负担。
从今起在这世界上我将没有畏惧，在我的一切奋斗中你将得到胜利。你留下死亡和我作伴，我将以我的生命给他加冕。我带着你的宝剑来斩断我的羁勒，在世界上我将没有畏惧。
从今起我要抛弃一切琐碎的装饰。我心灵的主，我不再在一隅等待哭泣，也不再畏怯娇羞。你已把你的宝剑给我佩带。我不再要玩偶的装饰品了！
53.
Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with stars and cunningly wrought in myriad-coloured jewels. But more beautiful to me thy sword with its curve of lightning like the outspread wings of the divine bird of Vishnu, perfectly poised in the angry red light of the sunset.
It quivers like the one last response of life in ecstasy of pain at the final stroke of death; it shines like the pure flame of being burning up earthly sense with one fierce flash.
Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with starry gems; but thy sword, O lord of thunder, is wrought with uttermost beauty, terrible to behold or think of.
你的手镯真是美丽，镶着星辰，精巧地嵌着五光十色的珠宝。但是依我看来你的宝剑是更美的，那弯弯的闪光像毗湿奴的神鸟展开的翅翼，完美地平悬在落日怒发的红光里。
它颤抖着像生命受死亡的最后一击时，在痛苦的昏迷中的最后反应；它炫耀着像将烬的世情的纯焰，最后猛烈的一闪。
你的手镯真是美丽，镶着星辰般的珠宝；但是你的宝剑，呵，雷霆的主，是铸得绝顶美丽，看到想到都是可畏的。
54.
I asked nothing from thee; I uttered not my name to thine ear. When thou took'st thy leave I stood silent. I was alone by the well where the shadow of the tree fell aslant, and the women had gone home with their brown earthen pitchers full to the brim. They called me and shouted, `Come with us, the morning is wearing on to noon.' But I languidly lingered awhile lost in the midst of vague musings.
I heard not thy steps as thou camest. Thine eyes were sad when they fell on me; thy voice was tired as thou spokest low---`Ah, I am a thirsty traveller.' I started up from my day-dreams and poured water from my jar on thy joined palms. The leaves rustled overhead; the cuckoo sang from the unseen dark, and perfume of babla flowers came from the bend of the road.
I stood speechless with shame when my name thou didst ask. Indeed, what had I done for thee to keep me in remembrance? But the memory that I could give water to thee to allay thy thirst will cling to my heart and enfold it in sweetness. The morning hour is late, the bird sings in weary notes, neem leaves rustle overhead and I sit and think and think.
我不向你求什么；我不向你耳中陈述我的名字。当你离开的时候我静默地站着。我独立在树影横斜的井旁，女人们已顶着褐色的瓦罐盛满了水回家了。她们叫我说：“和我们一块来罢，都快到了中午了。”但我仍在慵倦地留连，沉入恍惚的默想之中。
你走来时我没有听到你的足音。你含愁的眼望着我；你低语的时候声音是倦乏的——“呵，我是一个干渴的旅客。”我从幻梦中惊起把我罐里的水倒在你掬着的手掌里。树叶在头上萧萧地响着，杜鹃在幽暗处歌唱，曲径传来胶树的花香。
当你问到我的名字的时候，我羞得悄立无言。真的，我替你作了什么，值得你的忆念？但是我幸能给你饮水止渴的这段回忆，将温馨地贴抱在我的心上。天已不早，鸟儿唱着倦歌，楝树叶子在头上沙沙作响，我坐着反复地想了又想。
55.
Languor is upon your heart and the slumber is still on your eyes.
Has not the word come to you that the flower is reigning in splendour among thorns? Wake, oh awaken! let not the time pass in vain!
At the end of the stony path, in the country of virgin solitude, my friend is sitting all alone. Deceive him not. Wake, oh awaken!
What if the sky pants and trembles with the heat of the midday sun---what if the burning sand spreads its mantle of thirst---
Is there no joy in the deep of your heart? At every footfall of yours, will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain?
乏倦压在你的心上，你眼中尚有睡意。
你没有得到消息说荆棘丛中花朵正在盛开吗？醒来罢，呵，醒来！不要让光阴虚度了！
在石径的尽头，在幽静无人的田野里，我的朋友在独坐着。不要欺骗他罢。醒来，呵，醒来罢！
即使正午的骄阳使天空喘息摇颤——即使灼热的沙地展布开它干渴的巾衣——
在你心的深处难道没有快乐吗？你的每一个足音，不会使道路的琴弦迸出痛苦的柔音吗？
56.
Thus it is that thy joy in me is so full. Thus it is that thou hast come down to me. O thou lord of all heavens, where would be thy love if I were not?
Thou hast taken me as thy partner of all this wealth. In my heart is the endless play of thy delight. In my life thy will is ever taking shape.
And for this, thou who art the King of kings hast decked thyself in beauty to captivate my heart. And for this thy love loses itself in the love of thy lover, and there art thou seen in the perfect union of two.
只因你的快乐是这样地充满了我的心。只因你曾这样地俯就我。呵，你这诸天之王，假如没有我，你还爱谁呢？
你使我做了你这一切财富的共享者。在我心里你的欢乐不住地遨游。在我生命中你的意志永远实现。
因此，你这万王之王曾把自己修饰了来赢取我的心。因此你的爱也消融在你情人的爱里，在那里，你又以我俩完全合一的形象显现。
57.
Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.
光明，我的光明，充满世界的光明，吻着眼目的光明，甜沁心腑的光明！
呵，我的宝贝，光明在我生命的一角跳舞；我的宝贝，光明在勾拨我爱的心弦；天开了，大风狂奔，笑声响彻大地。
蝴蝶在光明海上展开翅帆。百合与茉莉在光波的浪花上翻涌。
我的宝贝，光明在每朵云彩上散映成金，它洒下无量的珠宝。
我的宝贝，快乐在树叶间伸展，欢喜无边。天河的堤岸淹没了，欢乐的洪水在四散奔流。
58.
Let all the strains of joy mingle in my last song---the joy that makes the earth flow over in the riotous excess of the grass, the joy that sets the twin brothers, life and death, dancing over the wide world, the joy that sweeps in with the tempest, shaking and waking all life with laughter, the joy that sits still with its tears on the open red lotus of pain, and the joy that throws everything it has upon the dust, and knows not a word.
让一切欢乐的歌调都融和在我最后的歌中——那使大地草海欢呼摇动的快乐，那使生和死两个孪生弟兄，在广大的世界上跳舞的快乐，那和暴风雨一同卷来，用笑声震撼惊醒一切的生命的快乐，那含泪默坐在盛开的痛苦的红莲上的快乐，那不知所谓，把一切所有抛掷于尘埃中的快乐。
59.
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart---this golden light that dances upon the leaves, these idle clouds sailing across the sky, this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes---this is thy message to my heart. Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes, and my heart has touched thy feet.
是的，我知道，这只是你的爱，呵，我心爱的人——这在树叶上跳舞的金光，这些驶过天空的闲云，这使我头额清爽的吹过的凉风。
清风的光辉涌进我的眼睛——这是你传给我心的消息。你的脸容下俯，你的眼睛下望着我的眼睛，我的心接触到了你的双足。
60.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. they seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships get wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.
孩子们在无边的世界的海滨聚会。头上是静止的无垠的天空，不宁的海波奔腾喧闹。在无边的世界的海滨，孩子们欢呼跳跃地聚会着。
他们用沙子盖起房屋，用宝贝壳来游戏。他们把枯叶编成小船，微笑着把它们飘浮在深远的海上。孩子在世界的海滨做着游戏。
他们不会凫水，他们也不会撒网。采珠的人潜水寻珠，商人们奔波航行，孩子们收集了石子却又把它们丢弃了。他们不搜求宝藏，他们也不会撒网。
大海涌起了喧笑，海岸闪烁着苍白的微笑。致人死命的波涛，像一个母亲在摇着婴儿的抓篮一样，对孩子们唱着无意义的谣歌。大海在同孩子们游戏，海岸闪烁着苍白的微笑。
孩子们在无边的世界的海滨聚会。风暴在无路的天空中飘游，船舶在无轨的海上破碎，死亡在猖狂，孩子们却在游戏。在无边的世界的海滨，孩子们盛大地聚会着。
