作者：(印)泰戈尔
出版社：浙江文艺出版社
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版权信息书名：生如夏花：泰戈尔经典诗选作者：（印）泰戈尔排版：JINAN ENPUTDATA出版社：浙江文艺出版社出版时间：2016-11-01ISBN：9787533946289本书由大星（上海）文化传媒有限公司授权北京当当科文电子商务有限公司制作与发行。— · 版权所有 侵权必究 · —亲爱的
Dear
这是拉宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔
This is a precious gift
留给我们的珍贵礼物
Rabindranath Tagore left for us
我把它送给你
Here I present it to you拉宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔（1861—1941）生如夏花之绚烂死如秋叶之静美新集The Crescent Moon序：《新月集》有不可测的魔力
郑振铎
我对于太戈尔诗最初发生浓厚的兴趣，是在第一次读《新月集》的时候。那时离现在将近五年，许地山君坐在我家的客厅里，长发垂到两肩，在黄昏的微光中对我谈到太戈尔的事。
他说，他在缅甸时，看到太戈尔的画像，又听人讲到他，便买了他的诗集来读。过了几天，我到许地山君的宿舍里去。他说：“我拿一本太戈尔的诗选送给你。”他便到书架上去找那本诗集。我立在窗前，四围静悄悄的，只有水池中喷泉的潺潺的声音。我很寂静地在等候读那美丽的书。他不久便从书架上取下很小的一本绿纸面的书来。他说：“这是一个日本人选的太戈尔诗，你先拿去看看。太戈尔不多几时前曾到过日本。”
我坐了车回家，在归途中，借着新月与市灯的微光，约略地把它翻看了一遍。最使我喜欢的是它当中所选的几首《新月集》的诗。那一夜，在灯下又看了一次。第二天，地山见我时，问道：“你最喜欢哪几首？”我说：“《新月集》的几首。”他隔了几天，又拿了一本很美丽的书给我，他说：“这就是《新月集》。”从那时后，《新月集》便常在我的书桌上。直到现在，我还时时把它翻开来读。
我译《新月集》，也是受地山君的鼓励。有一天，他把他所译的《吉檀迦利》的几首诗给我看，都是用古文译的。我说：“译得很好，但似乎太古奥了。”他说：“这一类的诗，应该用古奥的文体译。至于《新月集》，却又须用新妍流畅的文字译。我想译《吉檀迦利》，你为何不译《新月集》呢？”于是我与他约，我们同时动手译这两部书。此后二年中，他的《吉檀迦利》固未译成，我的《新月集》也时译时辍。直至《小说月报》改革后，我才把自己所译的《新月集》在它上面发表了几首。地山译的《吉檀迦利》却始终没有再译下去，已译的几首也始终不肯拿出来发表。许多朋友却时时地催我把这个工作做完。那时我正有选译太戈尔诗的计划，便一方面把旧译稿整理一下，一方面又新译了八九首出来，结果便成了现在的这个译本。
我喜欢《新月集》，如我之喜欢安徒生的童话。安徒生的文字美丽而富有诗趣，他有一种不可测的魔力，能把我们带到美丽和平的花的世界，虫的世界，人鱼的世界里去；能使我们随了他走进有静的方池的绿水，有美的挂在黄昏的天空的雨后弧虹等等的天国里去。《新月集》也具有这种不可测的魔力。它把我们从怀疑贪婪的罪恶的世界，带到秀嫩天真的儿童的新月之国里去。它能使我们重又回到坐在泥土里以枯枝断梗为戏的时代；它能使我们在心里重温着在海滨以贝壳为餐具，以落叶为舟，以绿草上的露点为圆珠的儿童的梦。总之，我们只要一翻开它来，便立刻如得到两支有魔术的翼膀，可以使自己飞翔到美静天真的儿童国里去。而这个儿童的天国便是作者的一个理想国。
我应该向许地山君表示谢意。他除了鼓励我以外，在这个译本写好时，还曾为我校读了一次。郑振铎一九二三年八月二十二日《新月集》译本出版后，曾承几位朋友批评，这里我要对他们表白十二分的谢意。现在乘再版的机会，把第一版中所有错误，就所能觉察到的，改正一下。读者诸君及朋友们如果更有所发现，希望能够告诉我，俾得于第三版时再校正。郑振铎一九二四年三月二十日
我在一九二三年的时候，曾把太戈尔的《新月集》译为中文出版。但在那个译本里，并没有把这部诗集完全译出。这部诗集的英文本共有诗四十首，我只译出了三十一首。现在把我的译本重行校读了一下，重译并改正了不少地方，同时，并把没有译出的九首也补译了出来。这可算是《新月集》的一部比较完整的译本了。
应该在这里谢谢孙家晋同志，他花了好几天的工夫，把我的译文仔细地校读了一遍，有好几个地方是采用了他的译法的。郑振铎一九五四年八月六日家庭
我独自在横跨过田地的路上走着，夕阳像一个守财奴似的，正藏起它的最后的金子。
白昼更加深沉地没入黑暗之中，那已经收割了的孤寂的田地，默默地躺在那里。天空里突然升起了一个男孩子的尖锐的歌声。他穿过看不见的黑暗，留下他的歌声的辙痕跨过黄昏的静谧。
他的乡村的家坐落在荒凉的边上，在甘蔗田的后面，躲藏在香蕉树、瘦长的槟榔树、椰子树和深绿色的贾克果树的阴影里。
我在星光下独自走着的路上停留了一会儿，我看见黑沉沉的大地展开在我的面前，用她的手臂拥抱着无量数的家庭。在那些家庭里有着摇篮和床铺，母亲们的心和夜晚的灯，还有年轻轻的生命，他们满心欢乐，却浑然不知这样的欢乐对于世界的价值。The Home
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser.
The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.Suddenly a boy’s shrill voice rose into the sky．He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening.
His village home lay there at the end of the waste land, beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca palm, the cocoa-nut and the dark green jack-fruit trees.
I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds, mothers’ hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world.海边
孩子们会集在无边无际的世界的海边。
无垠的天穹静止地临于头上，不息的海水在足下汹涌。孩子们会集在无边无际的世界的海边，叫着，跳着。
他们拿沙来建筑房屋，拿贝壳来做游戏。他们把落叶编成了船，笑嘻嘻地把它们放到大海上。孩子们在世界的海边，做他们的游戏。
他们不知道怎样泅水，他们不知道怎样撒网。采珠的人为了珠潜水，商人们在他们的船上航行，孩子们却只把小圆石聚了又散。他们不搜求宝藏；他们不知道怎样撒网。
大海哗笑着涌起波浪，而海滩的微笑荡漾着淡淡的光芒。致人死命的波涛，对着孩子们唱无意义的歌曲，就像一个母亲在摇动她孩子的摇篮时一样。大海和孩子们一同游戏，而海滩的微笑荡漾着淡淡的光芒。
孩子们会集在无边无际的世界的海边。狂风暴雨飘游在无辙迹的天空上，航船沉醉在无辙迹的海水里，死正在外面活动，孩子们却在游戏。在无边无际的世界的海边，孩子们大会集着。On the Seashore
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 world children meet．Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play．On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.来源
流泛在孩子两眼的睡眠—有谁知道它是从什么地方来的？是的，有个谣传，说它是住在萤火虫朦胧地照耀着林荫的仙村里，在那个地方，挂着两个迷人的胆怯的蓓蕾。它便是从那个地方来吻了孩子的两眼的。
当孩子睡时，在他唇上浮动着的微笑—有谁知道它是从什么地方生出来的？是的，有个谣传，说新月的一线年轻的清光，触着将消未消的秋云边上，于是微笑便初生在一个浴在清露里的早晨的梦中了—当孩子睡时，微笑便在他的唇上浮动着。
甜蜜柔嫩的新鲜生气，像花一般地在孩子的四肢上开放着—有谁知道它在什么地方藏得这样久？是的，当妈妈还是一个少女的时候，它已在爱的温柔而沉静的神秘中，潜伏在她的心里了—甜蜜柔嫩的新鲜生气，像花一般地在孩子的四肢上开放着。The Source
The sleep that flits on baby’s eyes — does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment．From there it comes to kiss baby’s eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps — does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning — the smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps.
The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby’s limbs — does anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent mystery of love — the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby’s limbs.孩童之道
只要孩子愿意，他此刻便可飞上天去。
他所以不离开我们，并不是没有缘故。
他爱把他的头倚在妈妈的胸间，他即使是一刻不见她，也是不行的。
孩子知道各式各样的聪明话，虽然世间的人很少懂得这些话的意义。
他所以永不想说，并不是没有缘故。
他所要做的一件事，就是要学习从妈妈的嘴唇里说出来的话。那就是他所以看来这样天真的缘故。
孩子有成堆的黄金与珠子，但他到这个世界上来，却像一个乞丐。
他所以这样假装了来，并不是没有缘故。
这个可爱的小小的裸着身体的乞丐，所以假装着完全无助的样子，便是想要乞求妈妈的爱的财富。
孩子在纤小的新月的世界里，是一切束缚都没有的。
他所以放弃了他的自由，并不是没有缘故。
他知道有无穷的快乐藏在妈妈的心的小小一隅里，被妈妈亲爱的手臂所拥抱，其甜美远胜过自由。
孩子永不知道如何哭泣。他所住的是完全的乐土。
他所以要流泪，并不是没有缘故。
虽然他用了可爱的脸儿上的微笑，引逗得他妈妈的热切的心向着他，然而他的因为细故而发的小小的哭声，却编成了怜与爱的双重约束的带子。Baby's Way
If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment．It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother’s bosom, and cannot ever bear to lose sight of her.
Baby knows all manner of wise words, though few on earth can understand their meaning.
It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak.
The one thing he wants is to learn mother’s words from mother’s lips．That is why he looks so innocent.
Baby had a heap of gold and pearls, yet he came like a beggar on to this earth.
It is not for nothing he came in such a disguise.
This dear little naked mendicant pretends to be utterly helpless, so that he may beg for mother’s wealth of love.
Baby was so free from every tie in the land of the tiny crescent moon．It was not for nothing he gave up his freedom.
He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother’s little corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught and pressed in her dear arms.
Baby never knew how to cry．He dwelt in the land of perfect bliss．It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears.
Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mother’s yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles weave the double bond of pity and love.不被注意的花饰
啊，谁给那件小外衫染上颜色的，我的孩子，谁使你的温软的肢体穿上那件红的小外衫的？
你在早晨就跑出来到天井里玩儿，你，跑着就像摇摇欲跌似的。
但是谁给那件小外衫染上颜色的，我的孩子？
什么事叫你大笑起来的，我的小小的命芽儿？
妈妈站在门边，微笑地望着你。
她拍着她的双手，她的手镯丁当地响着，你手里拿着你的竹竿儿在跳舞，活像一个小小的牧童。
但是什么事叫你大笑起来的，我的小小的命芽儿？
喔，乞丐，你双手攀搂住妈妈的头颈，要乞讨些什么？
喔，贪得无厌的心，要我把整个世界从天上摘下来，像摘一个果子似的，把它放在你的一双小小的玫瑰色的手掌上么？
喔，乞丐，你要乞讨些什么？
风高兴地带走了你踝铃的丁当。
太阳微笑着，望着你的打扮。
当你睡在你妈妈的臂弯里时，天空在上面望着你，而早晨蹑手蹑脚地走到你的床跟前，吻着你的双眼。
风高兴地带走了你踝铃的丁当。
仙乡里的梦婆飞过朦胧的天空，向你飞来。
在你妈妈的心头上，那世界母亲，正和你坐在一块儿。
他，向星星奏乐的人，正拿着他的横笛，站在你的窗边。
仙乡里的梦婆飞过朦胧的天空，向你飞来。The Unheeded Pageant
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic?
You have come out in the morning to play in the courtyard, tottering and tumbling as you run.
But who was it coloured that little frock, my child?
What is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud?
Mother smiles at you standing on the threshold.
She claps her hands and her bracelets jingle, and you dance with your bamboo stick in your hand like a tiny little shepherd.
But what is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud?
O beggar, what do you beg for, clinging to your mother’s neck with both your hands?
O greedy heart, shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky to place it on your little rosy palm?
O beggar, what are you begging for?
The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells.
The sun smiles and watches your toilet．The sky watches over you when you sleep in your mother’s arms, and the morning comes tiptoe to your bed and kisses your eyes.
The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells.
The fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying through the twilight sky.
The world-mother keeps her seat by you in your mother’s heart.
He who plays his music to the stars is standing at your window with his flute.
And the fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying through the twilight sky.偷睡眠者
谁从孩子的眼里把睡眠偷了去呢？我一定要知道。
妈妈把她的水罐挟在腰间，走到近村汲水去了。
这是正午的时候，孩子们游戏的时间已经过去了；池中的鸭子沉默无声。
牧童躺在榕树的荫下睡着了。
白鹤庄重而安静地立在檬果树边的泥泽里。
就在这个时候，偷睡眠者跑来从孩子的两眼里捉住睡眠，便飞去了。当妈妈回来时，她看见孩子四肢着地在屋里爬着。
谁从孩子的眼里把睡眠偷了去呢？我一定要知道。我一定要找到她，把她锁起来。
我一定要向那个黑洞里张望，在这个洞里，有一道小泉从圆的和有皱纹的石上滴下来。
我一定要到醉花林中的沉寂的树影里搜寻，在这林中，鸽子在它们住的地方咕咕地叫着，仙女的脚环在繁星满天的静夜里丁当地响着。
我要在黄昏时，向静静的萧萧的竹林里窥望，在这林中，萤火虫闪闪地耗费它们的光明，只要遇见一个人，我便要问他：“谁能告诉我偷睡眠者住在什么地方？”
谁从孩子的眼里把睡眠偷了去呢？我一定要知道。
只要我能捉住她，怕不会给她一顿好教训！
我要闯入她的巢穴，看她把所有偷来的睡眠藏在什么地方。
我要把它都夺来，带回家去。
我要把她的双翼缚得紧紧的，把她放在河边，然后叫她拿一根芦苇在灯心草和睡莲间钓鱼为戏。
黄昏，街上已经收了市，村里的孩子们都坐在妈妈的膝上时，夜鸟便会讥笑地在她耳边说：“你现在还想偷谁的睡眠呢？”Sleep-stealer
Who stole sleep from baby’s eyes? I must know.
Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch water from the village nearby.
It was noon．The children’s playtime was over; the ducks in the pond were silent.
The shepherd boy lay asleep under the shadow of the banyan tree．The crane stood grave and still in the swamp near the mango grove．In the meanwhile the Sleep-stealer came and, snatching sleep from baby’s eyes, flew away.
When mother came back she found baby travelling the room over on all fours.
Who stole sleep from our baby’s eyes? I must know．I must find her and chain her up.
I must look into that dark cave, where, through boulders and scowling stones, trickles a tiny stream.
I must search in the drowsy shade of the bakula grove, where pigeons coo in their corner, and fairies’ anklets tinkle in the stillness of starry nights.
In the evening I will peep into the whispering silence of the bamboo forest, where fireflies squander their light, and will ask every creature I meet, “Can anybody tell me where the Sleep-stealer lives?”
Who stole sleep from baby’s eyes? I must know.
Shouldn’t I give her a good lesson if I could only catch her！
I would raid her nest and see where she hoards all her stolen sleep.
I would plunder it all, and carry it home.
I would bind her two wings securely, set her on the bank of the river, and then let her play at fishing with a reed among the rushes and water-lilies.
When the marketing is over in the evening, and the village children sit in their mothers’ laps, then the night birds will mockingly din her ears with:“Whose sleep will you steal now?”开始“我是从哪儿来的，你，在哪儿把我捡起来的？”孩子问他的妈妈说。
她把孩子紧紧地搂在胸前，半哭半笑地答道—“你曾被我当作心愿藏在我的心里，我的宝贝。“你曾存在于我孩童时代玩的泥娃娃身上；每天早晨我用泥土塑造我的神像，那时我反复地塑了又捏碎了的就是你。“你曾和我们的家庭守护神一同受到祀奉，我崇拜家神时也就崇拜了你。“你曾活在我所有的希望和爱情里，活在我的生命里，我母亲的生命里。“在主宰着我们家庭的不死的精灵的膝上，你已经被抚育了好多代了。“当我做女孩子的时候，我的心的花瓣儿张开，你就像一股花香似的散发出来。“你的软软的温柔，在我的青春的肢体上开花了，像太阳出来之前的天空上的一片曙光。“上天的第一宠儿，晨曦的孪生兄弟，你从世界的生命的溪流浮泛而下，终于停泊在我的心头。“当我凝视你的脸蛋儿的时候，神秘之感淹没了我；你这属于一切人的，竟成了我的。“为了怕失掉你，我把你紧紧地搂在胸前。是什么魔术把这世界的宝贝引到我这双纤小的手臂里来呢？”The Beginning
“Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?”the baby asked its mother.
She answered half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast, —
“You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.
You were in the dolls of my childhood’s games; and when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made and unmade you then．You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship I worshipped you.
In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have lived.
In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for ages.
When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it.
Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise.
Heaven’s first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world’s life, and at last you have stranded on my heart.
As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to all have become mine.
For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast．What magic has snared the world’s treasure in these slender arms of mine?”孩子的世界
我愿我能在我孩子自己的世界的中心，占一角清净地。
我知道有星星同他说话，天空也在他面前垂下，用它傻傻的云朵和彩虹来娱悦他。
那些大家以为他是哑的人，那些看去像是永不会走动的人，都带了他们的故事，捧了满装着五颜六色的玩具的盘子，匍匐地来到他的窗前。
我愿我能在横过孩子心中的道路上游行，解脱了一切的束缚；在那儿，使者奉了无所谓的使命奔走于无史的诸王的王国间；在那儿，理智以她的法律造为纸鸢而飞放，真理也使事实从桎梏中自由了。Baby's World
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby’s mind, and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, and Truth sets Fact free from its fetters.时候与原因
当我给你五颜六色的玩具的时候，我的孩子，我明白了为什么云上水上是这样的色彩缤纷，为什么花朵上染上绚烂的颜色的原因了—当我给你五颜六色的玩具的时候，我的孩子。
当我唱着使你跳舞的时候，我真的知道了为什么树叶儿响着音乐，为什么波浪把它们的合唱的声音送进静听着的大地的心头的原因了—当我唱着使你跳舞的时候。
当我把糖果送到你贪得无厌的双手上的时候，我知道了为什么花萼里会有蜜，为什么水果里会秘密地充溢了甜汁的原因了—当我把糖果送到你贪得无厌的双手上的时候。
当我吻着你的脸蛋儿叫你微笑的时候，我的宝贝，我的确明白了在晨光里从天上流下来的是什么样的快乐，而夏天的微飔吹拂在我的身体上的又是什么样的爽快—当我吻着你的脸蛋儿叫你微笑的时候。When and Why
When I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints — when I give coloured toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance, I truly know why there is music in leaves, and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth — when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands, I know why there is honey in the cup of the flower, and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice — when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, and what delight the summer breeze brings to my body — when I kiss you to make you smile.责备
为什么你眼里有了眼泪，我的孩子？
他们真是可怕，常常无谓地责备你！
你写字时墨水玷污了你的手和脸—这就是他们所以骂你龌龊的缘故么？
呵，呸！他们也敢因为圆圆的月儿用墨水涂了脸，便骂它龌龊么？
他们总要为了每一件小事去责备你，我的孩子。他们总是无谓地寻人错处。
你游戏时扯破了你的衣服—这就是他们所以说你不整洁的缘故么？
呵，呸！秋之晨从它的破碎的云衣中露出微笑，那么，他们要叫它什么呢？
他们对你说什么话，尽管可以不去理睬他，我的孩子。
他们把你做错的事长长地记了一笔账。
谁都知道你是十分喜欢糖果的—这就是他们所以称你做贪婪的缘故么？
呵，呸！我们是喜欢你的，那么，他们要叫我们干什么呢？Defamation
Why are those tears in your eyes, my child?
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing！
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing — is that why they call you dirty?
O, fie！Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because it has smudged its face with ink?
For every little trifle they blame you, my child．They are ready to find fault for nothing.
You tore your clothes while playing — is that why they call you untidy? O, fie！What would they call an autumn morning that smiles through its ragged clouds?
Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.
They make a long list of your misdeeds．Everybody knows how you love sweet things — is that why they call you greedy?
O, fie！What then would they call us who love you?审判官
你想说他什么尽管说罢，但是我知道我孩子的短处。
我爱他并不因为他好，只是因为他是我的小小的孩子。
你如果把他的好处与坏处两两相权一下，恐怕你就会知道他是如何的可爱罢？
当我必须责罚他的时候，他更成为我的生命的一部分了。
当我使他眼泪流出时，我的心也和他同哭了。
只有我才有权去骂他，去责罚他，因为只有热爱人的才可以惩戒人。The Judge
Say of him what you please, but I know my child’s failings.
I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child.
How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults?
When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being．When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him.
I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.玩具
孩子，你真是快活呀，一早晨坐在泥土里，耍着折下来的小树枝儿。
我微笑地看你在那里耍着那根折下来的小树枝儿。
我正忙着算账，一小时一小时在那里加叠数字。
也许你在看我，想道：“这种好没趣的游戏，竟把你的一早晨的好时间浪费掉了！”
孩子，我忘了聚精会神玩耍树枝与泥饼的方法了。
我寻求贵重的玩具，收集金块与银块。
你呢，无论找到什么便去做你的快乐的游戏，我呢，却把我的时间与力气都浪费在那些我永不能得到的东西上。
我在我的脆薄的独木船里挣扎着要航过欲望之海，竟忘了我也是在那里做游戏了。Playthings
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, “What a stupid game to spoil your morning with！”
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.天文家
我不过说：“当傍晚圆圆的满月挂在迦昙波的枝头时，有人能去捉住它么？”
哥哥却对我笑道：“孩子呀，你真是我所见到的顶顶傻的孩子。月亮离我们这样远，谁能去捉住它呢？”
我说：“哥哥，你真傻！当妈妈向窗外探望，微笑着往下看我们游戏时，你也能说她远么？”
哥哥还是说：“你这个傻孩子！但是，孩子，你到哪里去找一个大得能逮住月亮的网呢？”
我说：“你自然可以用双手去捉住它呀。”
但是哥哥还是笑着说：“你真是我所见到的顶顶傻的孩子！如果月亮走近了，你便知道它是多么大了。”
我说：“哥哥，你们学校里所教的，真是没有用呀！当妈妈低下脸儿跟我们亲嘴时，她的脸看来也是很大的么？”
但是哥哥还是说：“你真是一个傻孩子。”The Astronomer
I only said, “When in the evening the round full moon gets entangled
among the branches of that Kadam tree, couldn’t somebody catch it?”
But dada [elder brother] laughed at me and said, “Baby, you are the silliest child I have ever known．The moon is ever so far from us, how could anybody catch it?”
I said, “Dada how foolish you are！When mother looks out of her
window and smiles down at us playing, would you call her far away?”
Still dada said, “You are a stupid child！But, baby, where could you find a net big enough to catch the moon with?”
I said, “Surely you could catch it with your hands.”
But dada laughed and said, “You are the silliest child I have known．If it came nearer, you would see how big the moon is.”
I said, “Dada, what nonsense they teach at your school！When mother bends her face down to kiss us does her face look very big?”
But still dada says, “You are a stupid child.”云与波
妈妈，住在云端的人对我唤道—“我们从醒的时候游戏到白日终止。我们与黄金色的曙光游戏，我们与银白色的月亮游戏。”
我问道：“但是，我怎么能够上你那里去呢？”
他们答道：“你到地球的边上来，举手向天，就可以被接到云端里来了。”“我妈妈在家里等我呢，”我说，“我怎么能离开她而来呢？”于是他们微笑着浮游而去。
但是我知道一件比这个更好的游戏，妈妈。
我做云，你做月亮。
我用两只手遮盖你，我们的屋顶就是青碧的天空。
住在波浪上的人对我唤道—“我们从早晨唱歌到晚上；我们前进又前进地旅行，也不知我们所经过的是什么地方。”
我问道：“但是，我怎么能加入你们队伍里去呢？”
他们告诉我说：“来到岸旁，站在那里，紧闭你的两眼，你就被带到波浪上来了。”
我说：“傍晚的时候，我妈妈常要我在家里—我怎么能离开她而去呢！”
于是他们微笑着，跳着舞奔流过去。
但是我知道一件比这个更好的游戏。
我是波浪，你是陌生的岸。
我奔流而进，进，进，笑哈哈地撞碎在你的膝上。
世界上就没有一个人会知道我们俩在什么地方。Clouds and Waves
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me —
“We play from the time we wake till the day ends．We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.”
I ask, “But, how am I to get up to you?”
They answer, “Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds.”
“My mother is waiting for me at home,”I say．“How can I leave her and come?”
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me —
“We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know not where we pass.”
I ask, “But, how am I to join you?”
They tell me, “Come to the edge of the shore and stand with your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves.”
I say, “My mother always wants me at home in the evening — how can I leave her and go?”
Then they smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter．And no one in the world will know where we both are.
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