飞鸟集|泰戈尔|中英文双语|Stray Birds|Tagore|Bilingu

The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it. 世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。出来吧，我的心，带了你的爱去与它相会。

Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust. Let the world find its way to you. 静静地坐吧，我的心，不要扬起你的尘土。让世界自己寻路向你走来。

Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death. 生命里留了许多罅隙，从这些罅隙中，送来了死之忧郁的音乐。

The dust of the dead words clings to thee. Wash thy soul with silence. 死文字的尘土沾着你。用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。

I have my stars in the sky, but oh for my little lamp unlit in my house. 我有群星在天上，但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。

The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move. 心是尖锐的，不是宽博的，它执着在每一点上，却并不活动。

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol. 你的偶像委散在尘土中了，这可证明上帝的尘土比你的偶像还伟大。

Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it. 人在他的历史中表现不出他自己，他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。

One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night, —“I loved you.” 一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。它在夜里向我唱道，—“我爱你。”

Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music. 妇人，你用了你美丽的手指，触着我的器具，秩序便如音乐似的生出来了。

When I traveled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road, but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love. 当我到这里，到那里地旅行着时，路呀，我厌倦了你了，但是现在，当你引导我到各处去时，我便爱上你，与你结婚了

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.谢谢上帝，我不是一个权力的轮子，而是被压在这轮下的活人之一。

Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. 时间是变化的财富，但时钟在它的游戏文章里却使它只不过是变化而没有财富。

“I am ashamed of my emptiness, ” said the Word to the Work.“I know how poor I am when I see you, ” said the Work to the Word. 文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”工作对文字说道：“当我看见你时，我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。”

Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm. 海呀，你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀，你虽掀起波浪追随你的情人，但是无用呀。

Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout. 子夜的风雨，如一个巨大的孩子，在不得时宜的黑夜里醒来，开始游戏，和喊叫起来了。

This rainy evening the wind is restless. I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things. 阴雨的黄昏，风不休地吹着。我看着摇曳的树枝，想念着万物的伟大。

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful. 埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却并不要求什么报酬。

The leaf becomes flower when it loves. The flower becomes fruit when it worships. 绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。

Leisure in its activity is work. The stillness of the sea stirs in waves. 闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。

I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart—I cannot see them. 我听见有些东西在我心的忧闷后面萧萧作响，—我不能看见它们。

If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out. 如果你把所有的错误都关在门外时，真理也要被关在外面了。

Asks the Possible to the Impossible, “Where is your dwelling-place?”“In the dreams of the impotent, ” comes the answer. “可能”问“不可能”道：“你住在什么地方呢？”它回答道：“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth. 如果你不等待着要说出完全的真理，那么把话说出来是很容易的。

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him. 蜜蜂从花中啜蜜，离开时营营地道谢。浮夸的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向他道谢的。