莫笑愚 | 译诗：泰戈尔《飞鸟集》（41-80）

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迷途鸟 泰戈尔文莫笑愚译 41 树林就像大地的渴望，踮起脚尖偷窥天堂。 42 你微笑着，什么也没对我说。我感到，为此我已等待良久。 43 水里的鱼沉默，地上的兽喧嚣，空中的鸟唱着歌。　 而人类兼有海洋的沉默，大地的喧嚣，空中的音乐。 44 在缠绵的心弦上，世界冲过去，弹奏悲伤的乐曲。 45 他将武器奉为诸神。 当武器获胜，他自己却被打败。 46 神通过创造发现自我。 47 影子垂下她的面纱，以无声的爱的脚步，秘密而顺从地跟随光。 48 繁星并不害怕像萤火虫一般显现。 49 感谢你，我不是权力的车轮。那些被车轮碾压的鲜活的生命，我与他们同在。　 50 头脑，敏锐但不宽广，固执而不动摇。 51 你的偶像碎裂在尘埃中，从而证明神的尘埃比你的偶像更伟大。 52 人不在自身的历史中展现自己，他从中奋起。 53 玻璃灯责备瓦灯，因瓦灯称它为表兄。明月升起，玻璃灯和煦地笑着喊她，“——我亲爱的，亲爱的姐姐。” 54 我们遇见并走近，一如海鸥与波涛相遇。 海鸥飞走，海浪翻卷而去，我们别离。 55 我的白昼已尽，像被拖上岸的船，我聆听着黄昏潮汐的舞曲。 56 我们被赋予生命，惟有奉献，才能得到。 57 当我们怀有最大的谦卑，我们就最接近伟大。 58 麻雀为孔雀沉重的尾羽感到难过。 59 从不害怕短暂的瞬间－－永恒之声如是唱道。 60 飓风从无路中寻找最短的路，突然在乌有之处停止搜寻。 61 朋友，我饮酒要用自己的杯子。　 酒一旦倒进别人的酒盅，就会失去盈盈的泡沫。 62 为了爱不完美，完美用美丽装扮自己。 63 神对人说：“我治愈你所以伤害你，爱你所以惩罚你。” 64 感谢火焰带来光明，但别忘了灯座，它持之以恒地站在阴影里。 65 小草啊，你的步子虽小，却拥有脚下的大地。 66 稚嫩的小花打开她的蓓蕾呼喊：“亲亲世界，请别凋谢。” 67 神对伟大的王国心生厌烦，却从不厌倦小小的花朵。 68 错误担不起失败，但正确可以。 69 “我快乐地献出全部的水”，瀑布唱道，“尽管一瓢足以解渴”。 70 喷泉何处，在意乱神迷中抛出这些无穷无尽的花朵？ 71 樵夫的斧头向树乞求手柄。 树给了它。 72 在我孤独的内心，我感受到这失偶的黄昏，披着雨雾叹息。 73 忠贞是一种财富，来自丰满的爱情。 74 薄雾如同爱情，在山丘的心灵嬉戏，带来美的惊喜。 75 我们误解世界，并说世界欺骗我们。 76 诗人之风掠过大海和森林，寻找自己的声音。 77 每个孩子的到来，都带着神对人类尚未失望的信息。 78 草在大地寻求同伴。　 树向天空追寻孤独。　 79 人对自己筑起路障。 80 我的朋友，你的声音在我的内心徜徉，仿佛低沉的海韵萦绕聆听的松林。 附原文： 41 The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven. 42 You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long. 43 The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air. 44 The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness. 45 When his weapons win he is defeated himself. 46 God finds himself by creating. 47 Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love. 48 The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies. 49 I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it. 50 The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move. 51 You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God“s dust is greater than your idol. 52 Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it. 53 While the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it cousin. The moon rises, and the glass lamp, with a bland smile, calls her, “---My dear, dear sister.“ 54 Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart. 55 My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening. 56 Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. 57 We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. 58 The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail. 59 Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting. 60 The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere. 61 Take my wine in my own cup, friend. It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others. 62 The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect. 63 God says to man, “I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish.“ 64 Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience. 65 Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread. 66 The infant flower opens its bud and cries, “Dear World, please do not fade.“ 67 God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers. 68 Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can. 69 “I give my whole water in joy,“ sings the waterfall, though little of it is enough for the thirsty. 70 Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy? 71 The woodcutter“s axe begged for its handle from the tree. The tree gave it. 72 In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain. 73 Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love. 74 The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out surprises of beauty. 75 We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us. 76 The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice. 77 Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. 78 The grass seeks her crowd in the earth. The tree seeks his solitude of the sky. 79 Man barricades against himself. 80 Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.