情人的禮物(愛者之貽)

Lover’s Gifts(4)

泰戈爾

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我的心上人呵，我似乎看見你，在萬物即將醒來的清晨，站在一道帶著快樂的幻夢的瀑布下，你的血管里滿溢著它奔瀉飛濺的水花。也許，你正在天國的花園里漫步，俏麗的素馨、百合、夾竹桃爭鮮斗妍，繽紛的落英飄灑在你合抱的雙臂中，落在你熱情洋溢的心上。

你的歡笑像一支歌，但是，歌詞卻湮沒在萬物爭鳴的合唱中，湮沒在百花無形的銷魂的芬芳中。你的歡笑像隱身在心中的明月，你的雙唇像是窗口，月光從那里照射出來。我忘記了原由，也不想知道它，我只記得，你的歡笑就是熾熱沸騰的生活。

①本詩為薩特揚德拉納特?達(SatyandranathDatta，1882—1922)所作，他是孟加拉詩人，泰戈爾的崇拜者。著有詩集《長笛與琵琶》、《祭火》、《豐收的花》等。他的詩多采用民歌體，以韻律響亮，節(jié)奏明快，語言流暢稱著，在這方面他對當時詩歌創(chuàng)作的影響甚至比泰戈爾更大。達特精通梵文、波斯文、英文及法文。他通過英文和法文幾乎將世界各國古代及現(xiàn)代的著名詩歌、小說、戲劇等譯成孟加拉文，譯文雖不十分忠實于原文，但文筆流暢。

METHINKS, my love, before the day- break of life you stood under some waterfall of happy dreams, filling your blood with its liquid turbulence. Or, perhaps, your path was through the garden of the gods, where the merry multitude of jasmine, lilies, and oleanders fell into your arms in heaps, and entering your heart became boisterous.

Your laughter is a song whose words are drowned in the clamour of tunes, a rapture of the odour of flowers unseen ; it is like the moonlight break- ing through the window of your lips when the moon is hiding in your heart. I ask for no reason, I forget the cause, I only know that your laughter is the tumult of insurgent life.

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多少回，春天輕輕叩我們的房門，而我正為工作忙碌，你也不去理睬它。今天，只剩下我獨自一人，傷心腸斷，意氣消沉的時候，春天又來了，我不知道怎樣把它從門口趕開。當春天想向我們獻上歡樂的冠冕時，我們的大門卻緊緊關閉著，但是，現(xiàn)在，當春天帶來的是憂傷的禮品時，我卻不得不讓它暢行無阻地走進門來。

MANY a time when the spring day knocked at our door I kept busy with my work and you did not answer. Now when I am left alone and heart- sick the spring day comes once again, but I know not how to turn him away from the door. When he came to crown us with joy the gate was shut, but now when he comes with his gift of sorrow his path must be open.

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往日里，鬧鬧嚷嚷的春天曾一路歡笑著闖入我的生活，把玫瑰撒滿大地，向曉的天空被無憂樹嫩葉的熱吻染作一片火紅。今天呵，春天穿過幽寂的小徑，沿著凄清郁悒的樹蔭，悄悄地潛入我獨處的小屋，靜靜地坐在露臺上，凝視著前面原野的綠色化為一片蒼茫的暗淡的天際。

THE boisterous spring, who once came into my life with its lavish laughter, burdening her hours with improvident roses, setting skies aflame with the red kisses of new-born ashoka leaves, now comes stealing into my solitude through the lonely lanes along the brooding shadows heavy with silence, and sits still in my balcony gazing across the fields, where the green of the earth swoons exhausted in the utter paleness of the sky.

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像低垂的雨云，告別的時候來到了。我僅僅來得及用顫巍巍的雙手，在你的手腕上系上一條紅色的絲帶。如今，正是摩怙阿花盛開的季節(jié)，我獨自坐在草地上，一遍又一遍地暗自思索：“你腕上還系著那條紅絲帶嗎?”

你沿著黃花照眼的亞麻田邊的小路離去了。我看見，昨夜我為你編結的花環(huán)依然松松地垂在你的發(fā)上。為什么你不肯稍待片刻，讓我在清晨采集鮮艷的花朵，作為最后獻禮?我不知道，你頭上那支松垂著的花環(huán)是否已在無意間跌落在小路上?

多少個黃昏和黎明，我為你歌唱;你離去時，低聲吟唱的正是那最后的一支歌。你不肯多停片刻，聽我為你再唱一支只是為你，永遠為你譜寫的新歌。我不知道，你在田野中穿行時低聲吟唱的我的那支歌，是否終于使你厭倦了?

WHEN our farewell moment came, like a low-hanging rain-cloud, I had only time to tie a red ribbon on your wrist, while my hands trembled. To- day I sit alone on the grass in the season of mahua flowers, with one quivering question in my mind, " Do you still keep the little red ribbon tied on your wrist ? You went by the narrow road that skirted the blossoming field of flax. I saw that my garland of overnight was still hanging loose from your hair. But why did you not wait till I could gather, in the morning, new flowers for my final gift ? I wonder if unawares it dropped on your way, the garland hanging loose from your hair.Many a song I had sung to you, morning and evening, and the last one you carried in your voice when you went away. You never tarried to hear the one song unsung I had

for you alone and for ever. I wonder if, at last, you are tired of my song that you hummed to yourself while walking through the field.

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昨夜，烏云壓頂，預兆著大雨傾盆;陣陣狂風，搖撼著奮力掙扎的橄欖樹的枝條。我希望，在這暴風驟雨，孤寂凄清的夜晚，夢如肯降臨，他應化作我心愛的人來到我的睡夢中.

風兒仍在嗚咽著掠過田野，黎明蒼白的臉頰掛滿淚珠。我的夢也已落空，因為，現(xiàn)實是冷酷的，而夢也自有主張，獨斷獨行。

昨夜，黑暗沉醉在狂風暴雨之中，雨像是夜的面幕，被狂風撕成碎片;在這星辰隱匿，暴雨喧囂的夜晚，夢如化做我心愛的人來相會，現(xiàn)實是否會妒忌呢?

LAST night clouds were threatening, and amlak branches struggled in the grips of the gusty wind. I hoped, if dreams came to me, they would come in the shape of my beloved, in the lonely night loud with rain.

The winds still moan through the fields, and the tear-stained cheeks of dawn are pale. My dreams have been in vain, for truth is hard, and dreams, too, have their own ways.

Last night when the darkness was drunken with storm, and the rain, like night’s veil, was torn by the winds into shreds, would it make truth jealous if untruth came to me in the shape of my beloved, in the starless night loud with rain ?

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我的鐐銬，你在我的心底譜寫樂曲;我終日撥弄你，使你成了我增加光彩的裝飾物。我們是親密的朋友;你也曾使我畏懼，但畏懼之情使我更加愛你。你是我漫漫長夜中的伴侶，在我向你告別之前，容我向你頂禮，我的鐐銬。

MY fetters, you made music in my heart. I played with you all day long and made you my ornament. We were the best of friends, my fetters. There were times when I was afraid of you, but my fear made me love you the more. You were companions of my long dark night, and I make my bow to you, before I bid you good-bye, my fetters.

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我的小船呵，你的舵幾經(jīng)損毀，帆也破成碎片，你常常飄向海洋，拖著鐵錨，你并不在意。可是這一次，你的船身上已經(jīng)展開了一道裂縫，你的貨艙裝載的貨物又很沉重，現(xiàn)在是你結束航行的時候了，讓輕輕拍岸的波浪搖你入睡吧。

啊，我知道一切規(guī)勸警誡都是徒勞的。蒙著面紗的神秘的毀滅命運在誘惑你。狂風暴雨瘋狂地向你撲來。浪潮高卷，轟鳴接天，熱烈的狂舞震撼著你。

那么，掙斷鐵鏈，我的小船，擺脫羈絆，無畏地沖向你的毀滅吧!

You had your rudder broken many a time, my boat, and your sails torn to tatters. Often had you drifted towards the sea, dragging anchor, and heeded not. But now there has spread a crack in your hull and your hold is heavy. Now is the time for you to end your voyage, to be rocked into sleep by the lapping of the water by the beach.

Alas, I know all warning is vain.

The veiled face of dark doom lures you. The madness of the storm and the waves is upon you. The music of the tide is rising high.

You are shaken by the fever of that dance.

Then break your chain, my boat, and be free, and fearlessly rush to your wreck.

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當我年輕時，我曾在湍急迅猛的激流中漂游;春風揮霍成性地在吹拂，枝頭繁花似火，百鳥爭鳴，不知疲倦。

熱情的洪流淹沒了我的理智，我以令人目眩的速度揚帆疾駛;我沒有時間以我的心靈去觀察，去感受，去理解這個現(xiàn)實的世界。

如今，韶華已逝，我的小船擱淺在岸上，我聽到了萬物的深沉的樂曲，蒼穹也向我敞開綴滿繁星的胸懷。

THE current in which I drifted ran rapid and strong when I was young.

The spring breeze was spendthrift of itself, the trees were on fire with flowers ; and the birds never slept from singing.

I sailed with giddy speed, carried away by the flood of passion ; I had no time to see and feel and take the world into my being.

Now that youth has ebbed and I am stranded on the bank, I can hear the deep music of all things, and the sky opens to me its heart of stars.

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我的雙眸背后，有一個旁觀者，他仿佛見過遠古時代的事物，熟悉混沌初開時的世間生活，而這些被人遺忘的情景在草莖上閃爍，在樹葉上顫動。他見到過暮色蒼茫星光閃爍時分蒙上新面紗的心愛的人的臉龐。因此，在他眼中，藍天像是為無數(shù)的聚散離合而痛苦，春風里仿佛彌漫著一種強烈的愿望——那對亙古世紀的悄悄私語的懷念。

THERE is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. It seems he has seen things in ages and worlds beyond memory’s shore, and those forgotten sights glisten on the grass and shiver on the leaves. He has seen under new veils the face of the one beloved, in twilight hours of many a nameless star. Therefore his sky seems to ache with the pain of countless meetings and partings, and a longing pervades this spring breeze, the longing that is full of the whisper of ages without beginning.

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逝去的青春送來消息，它對我說：“在微笑成熟為淚花，時光為未出唇的歌聲而痛苦的尚未降臨人間的五月的震顫里，我在等著你。”

它說：“踏過已消逝的時光的軌跡，穿過死亡之門，到我身邊來吧!因為夢境消逝，希望落空，你采集的歲月的果實也腐爛了。但是，我是永恒的真實，在你從此岸到彼岸的生命旅程中，你將與我一再相逢。”

A MESSAGE came from my youth of vanished days, saying, " I wait for you among the quiverings of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung."

It says, " Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the gathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore."