作者：(印)泰戈尔(Tagore,R.)
出版社：江苏凤凰文艺出版社
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译者前记
这本《吉檀迦利》是印度大诗人拉宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔的诗集，《吉檀迦利》就是印度语“献诗”的意思。
泰戈尔（1861-1941年）是印度人民最崇拜和热爱的诗人。他参加领导了印度的文艺复兴运动，他排除了自身周围的纷乱窒塞的、多少含有殖民地奴化的、从英国传来的西方文化，而深入研究印度自身悠久优秀的文化。他进到乡村，从农夫、村妇、瓦匠、石工那里，听取神话、歌谣和民间故事，然后用孟加拉文字写出最朴素最美丽的散文和诗歌。
这本献诗集里的一百零三首诗，是他在五十岁那年（1911年）从他的三本诗集——《奈维德雅》（奉献）、《克雅》（渡河）和《吉檀迦利》（献诗）——里面，以及从1908年起，散见于印度各报章杂志上的诗歌，自己选译成英文的。
从这一百零三首诗中，我们可以深深地体会出这位伟大的印度诗人是怎样地热爱自己有着悠久优秀文化的国家，热爱这国家里爱和平、爱民主的劳动人民，热爱这国家雄伟美丽的山川。从这些诗的字里行间，我们看见了提灯顶罐、巾帔飘扬的印度妇女；田间路上，流汗辛苦的印度工人和农民；园中渡口，弹琴吹笛的印度音乐家；海边岸上，和波涛一同跳跃喧笑的印度孩子，以及热带地方的郁雷急雨、丛树繁花……我们似乎听得到那繁密的雨点，闻得到那浓郁的花香。
在我到过印度之后，更深深地觉得泰戈尔是属于印度人民的，印度人民的生活是他创作的源泉。他如鱼得水地生活在热爱韵律和诗歌的人民中间，他用人民自己生动朴素的语言，精炼成最清新最流利的诗歌，来唱出印度广大人民的悲哀与快乐，失意与希望，怀疑与信仰。因此他的诗在印度“家弦户诵”，他永远生活在广大人民的口中。
这本诗集是从英文的译本转译的，既不能模拟出孟加拉原文富有音乐性的、有韵律的民歌形式，也没有能够传达出英译文热烈美妙的诗情。在此，我要感谢在百忙中替我根据孟加拉原文作校阅的石真女士，没有她，我是没有胆量来翻译的。
《吉檀迦利》译者序
泰戈尔是我青年时代最爱慕的外国诗人，他是一个爱国者、哲人和诗人。他的诗中喷溢着对于祖国的热恋，对于妇女的同情和对于儿童的喜爱。有了强烈的爱就会有强烈的恨，当他所爱的一切受到侵犯的时候，他就会发出强烈的怒吼。他的爱和恨像海涛一样，荡漾开来，遍及了全世界。
印度人说他是诞生在歌鸟之巢中的孩子，他的戏剧、小说、散文……都散发着浓郁的诗歌的气味。他的人民热爱他所写的自然而真挚的诗歌。当农夫、渔民以及一切劳动者，在田间、海上或其他劳动的地方，和着自己的劳动节奏，唱着泰戈尔的诗歌，来抒发心中的欢乐和忧愁的时候，他们并不知道这些唱出自己情感的歌词是哪一位诗人写的。
我最初选择他的《吉檀迦利》，只因为它是泰戈尔诗集中我最喜爱的一本，后来我才知道《吉檀迦利》也是他的诗歌中最有代表性的一本。从这本诗集里，我游历了他的美丽富饶的国土，认识了他的坚韧温柔的妇女，接触了他的天真活泼的儿童。1953年以后，我多次到印度去，有机会看到了他所描写的一切，我彻底地承认泰戈尔是属于印度人民的。
泰戈尔的诗名远远超越了他的国界。我深感遗憾的是，我没有学过富于音乐性的孟加拉语，我翻译的《吉檀迦利》和《园丁集》，都是从英文翻过来的——虽然这两本诗的英文，也是泰戈尔的手笔——我纵然尽上最大的努力，也只能传达出这些诗中的一点诗情和哲理，至于原文的音乐性就根本无从得到了。
我是那样的喜爱泰戈尔，我也到过他孟加拉的家，在他坐过的七叶树下站了许久，我还参观过他所创立的国际学校。但是，“室迩人远”，我从来没有拜见过他本人。1924年，泰戈尔来到中国的时候，我还在美国求学。后来我听到一位招待他的人说，当他离开北京，走出寓所的时候，有人问他：“落下什么东西没有（Anything left）？”他愀然地摇摇头说：“除了我的一颗心之外，我没有落下什么东西了（Nothing but my heart）。”这是我间接听到的、很动心的话，多么多情的一位老人啊！
现在是清晨八点钟，我案边窗台上花瓶里的玫瑰花，正不时地以沁人的香气来萦绕我的笔端。我相信，在这个时刻、这种环境为我译的泰戈尔诗作序是最相宜的。吉檀迦利GITANJALI印度大诗人泰戈尔诗歌创作巅峰之作，是最能代表他思想观念和艺术风格的作品。这部宗教和哲学抒情诗集，风格清新自然，带着泥土的芬芳，以轻快、欢畅的笔调歌唱生命的枯荣、现实生活的欢乐和悲哀，表达了对人民、祖国和自然的热爱。1
你已经使我永生，这样做是你的欢乐。这脆薄的杯儿，你不断地把它倒空，又不断地以新生命来充满。
这小小的苇笛，你携带着它逾山越谷，从笛管里吹出永新的音乐。
在你双手的不朽的安抚下，我小小的心，消融在无边快乐之中，发出不可言说的词调。
你无穷的赐予只倾入我小小的手里。时代过去了，你还在倾注，而我的手里还有余量待充满。
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure．This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fill it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine．Ages pass, and still thou pour into , and still there is room to fill.2
你命令我歌唱的时候，我的心似乎要因着骄傲而炸裂，我仰望着你的脸，眼泪涌上我的眶里。
我生命中一切的凝涩与矛盾融化成一片甜柔的谐音——
我的赞颂像一只欢乐的鸟，振翼飞越海洋。
我知道你欢喜我的歌唱。我知道只因为我是位歌者，才能走到你的面前。
我用我的歌曲远伸的翅梢，触到了你的双脚，那是我从来不敢想望触到的。
在歌唱中的陶醉，我忘了自己，你本是我的主人，我却称你为朋友。
When thou command me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony——and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou take pleasure in my singing．I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.3
我不知道你怎样地唱，我的主人！我总在惊奇地静听。
你的音乐的光辉照亮了世界，你的音乐的气息透彻诸天。
你的音乐的圣泉冲过一切阻挡的岩石，向前奔涌。
我的心渴望和你合唱，而挣扎不出一点声音。我想说话，但是言语不成歌曲，我叫不出来。呵，你使我的心变成了你的音乐的漫天大网中的俘虏，我的主人！
I know not how thou sing, my master！I ever listen in silent amazement．The light of thy music illumines the world．The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky.
The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.
My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice．I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled．Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master！4
我生命的生命，我要保持我的躯体永远纯洁，因为我知道你的生命的摸抚，接触着我的四肢。
我要永远从我的思想中屏除虚伪，因为我知道你就是那在我心中燃起理智之火的真理。
我要从我心中驱走一切的丑恶，使我的爱开花，因为我知道你在我的心宫深处安设了座位。
我要努力在我的行为上表现你，因为我知道是你的威力，给我力量来行动。
Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.
And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.5
请容我懈怠一会儿，来坐在你的身旁，我手边的工作等一下子再去完成。
不在你的面前，我的心就不知道什么是安逸和休息，我的工作变成了无边的劳役海中无尽的劳役。
今天，炎暑来到我的窗前，轻嘘微语；群蜂在花树的宫廷中尽情弹唱。
这正是应该静坐的时光，和你相对，在这静寂和无边的闲暇里唱出生命的献歌。
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side．The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of live in this silent and over flowing leisure.6
摘下这朵花来，拿了去吧，不要延迟！我怕它会萎谢了，掉在尘土里。
它也许配不上你的花冠，但请你采摘它，以你的手采摘的痛苦来给它光宠。我怕在我警觉之先，日光已逝，贡献的时间过了。
虽然它颜色不深，香气很淡，请仍用这花来礼拜，趁着还有时间，就采摘吧。
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not！I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it．I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.7
我的歌曲把她的装饰卸掉，她没有了衣饰的骄奢，装饰会成为我们合一之玷；它们会横阻在我们之间，它们叮当的声音会淹没了你的细语。
我的诗人的虚荣心，在你的容光中羞死。呵，诗圣，我已经拜倒在你的脚前。只让我的生命简单正直像一支苇笛，让你来吹出音乐。
My song has put off her adornments．She has no pride of dress and decoration．Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between thee and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers.
My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight．O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet．Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.8
那穿起王子的衣袍和挂起珠宝项链的孩子，在游戏中，他失去了一切的快乐，他的衣服绊着他的步履。
为怕衣饰的破裂和污损，他不敢走进世界，甚至于不敢挪动。
母亲，这是毫无好处的，如你华美的约束，使人和大地健康的尘土隔断，把人进入日常生活盛大集会的权利剥夺去了。
The child who is decked with prince's robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step.
In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move.
Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keeps one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.9
呵，傻子，想把自己背在肩上！呵，乞人，来到你自己门口求乞！
把你的负担卸在那双能担当一切的手中吧，永远不要惋惜地回顾。
你欲望的气息，会立刻把它接触到的灯火吹灭。它是不圣洁的——不要从它不洁的手中接受礼物，只领受神圣的爱所赋予的东西。
O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders！O beggar, to come beg at thy own door！
Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all, and never look behind in regret.
Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath．It is unholy——take not thy gifts through its unclean hands．Accept only what is offered by sacred love.10
这是你的脚凳，你在最贫最贱最失所的人群中歇足。
我想向你鞠躬，我的敬礼不能达到你歇足地方的深处——那最贫最贱最失所的人群中。
你穿着破敝的衣服，在最贫最贱最失所的人群中行走，骄傲永远不能走近这个地方。
你和那最没有朋友的、最贫最贱最失所的人们做伴，我的心永远找不到那个地方。
Here is thy footstool and there rest thy feet where live the poorest, and lowliest, and lost.
When I try to bow to thee, my obeisance cannot reach down to the depth where thy feet rest among the poorest, and lowliest, and lost.
Pride can never approach to where thou walk in the clothes of the humble among the poorest, and lowliest, and lost.
My heart can never find its way to where thou keep company with the companionless among the poorest, the lowliest, and the lost.11
把礼赞和数珠撇在一边吧！你在门窗紧闭幽暗孤寂的殿角里，向谁礼拜呢？睁开眼你看，上帝不在你的面前！
他是在锄着枯地的农夫那里，在敲石的造路工人那里。太阳下，阴雨里，他和他们同在，衣袍上蒙着尘土。脱掉你的圣袍，甚至像他一样的下到泥土里去吧！
超脱吗？从哪里找超脱呢？我们的主已经高高兴兴地把创造的锁链戴起，他和我们大家永远联系在一起。
从静坐里走出来吧，丢开供养的香花！你的衣服污损了又何妨呢？去迎接他，在劳动里，流汗里，和他站在一起吧。
Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads！Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee！
He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the roadman is breaking stones．He is with them in sun and in shower, and his garment is covered with dust．Put of thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil！
Deliverance? Where is this deliverance to be found? Our master himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation; he is bound with us all for ever.
Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers and incense！What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained? Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.12
我旅行的时间很长，旅途也是很长的。
天刚破晓，我就驱车起行，穿遍广漠的世界，在许多星球之上留下辙痕。
离你最近的地方，路途最远，最简单的音调，需要最艰苦的练习。
旅客要在每个生人门口敲叩，才能敲到自己的家门，人要在外面到处漂流，最后才能走到最深的内殿。
我的眼睛向空阔处四望，最后才合上眼说：“你原来在这里！”
这句问话和呼唤“呵，在哪儿呢？”融化在千股的泪泉里，和你保证的回答“我在这里！”的洪流，一同泛滥了全世界。
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said "Here art thou！"
The question and the cry "Oh, where?" melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance "I am！"13
我要唱的歌，直到今天还没有唱出。
每天我总在乐器上调理弦索。
时间还没有到来，歌词也未曾填好，只有愿望的痛苦在我心中。
花蕊还未开放，只有风从旁叹息走过。
我没有看见过他的脸，也没有听见过他的声音。我只听见他轻蹑的足音，从我房前路上走过。
悠长的一天消磨在为他在地上铺设座位，但是灯火还未点上，我不能请他进来。
我生活在和他相会的希望中，但这相会的日子还没有来到。
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstring my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.14
我的欲望很多，我的哭泣也很可怜，但你永远用坚决的拒绝来拯救我，这刚强的慈悲已经紧密地交织在我的生命里。
你使我一天一天地更配领受你自动的简单伟大的赐予——这天空和光明，这躯体和生命与心灵——把我从极欲的危险中拯救了出来。
有时候我懈怠地挨延，有时候我急忙警觉寻找我的路向，但是你却忍心地躲藏起来。
你不断地拒绝我，从软弱动摇的欲望的危险中拯救了我，使我一天一天地更配得你完全的接纳。
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that thou greatness to me unasked——this sky and the light, this body and the life and the mind——saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal; but cruelly thou hide thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.15
我来为你唱歌。在你的厅堂中，我坐在屋角。
在你的世界中，我无事可做，我无用的生命只能放出无目的的歌声。
在你黑暗的殿中，夜半敲起默祷的钟声的时候，命令我吧，我的主人，来站在你面前歌唱。
当金琴在晨光中调好的时候，宠赐我吧，命令我来到你的面前。
I am here to sing thee songs．In this hall of thine I have a corner seat.
In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose.
When the hour strikes for thy silent worship at the dark temple of midnight, command me, my master, to stand before thee to sing.
When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me, commanding my presence.16
我接到这世界节日的请柬，我的生命受了祝福。我的眼睛看见了美丽的景象，我的耳朵也听见了醉人的音乐。
在这宴会中，我的任务是奏乐，我也尽力演奏了。
现在，我问，那时间终于来到了吗，我可以进去瞻仰你的容颜，并献上我静默的敬礼吗？
I have had my invitation to this world's festival, and thus my life has been blessed．My eyes have seen and my ears have heard.
It was my part at this feast to play upon my instrument, and I have done all I could.
Now, I ask, has the time come at last when I may go in and see thy face and offer thee my silent salutation?17
我只在等候着爱，要最终把我交在他手里。这是我迟误的原因，我对这延误负疚。
他们要用法律和规章，来紧紧地约束我，但是我总是躲着他们，因为我只等候着爱，要最终把我交在他手里。
人们责备我，说我不理会人，我也知道他们的责备是有道理的。
市集已过，忙人的工作都已完毕，叫我不应的人都已含怒回去。我只等候着爱，要最终把我交在他手里。
I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands．That is why it is so late and why I have been guilty of such omissions.
They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast; but I evade them ever, for I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.
People blame me and call me heedless; I doubt not they are right in their blame.
The market day is over and work is all done for the busy．Those who came to call me in vain have gone back in anger．I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.18
云霾堆积，黑暗渐深。呵，爱，你为什么让我独在门外等候？
在中午工作最忙的时候，我和大家在一起，但在这黑暗寂寞的日子，我只企望着你。
若是你不容我见面，若是你完全把我抛弃，真不知将如何度过这悠长的雨天。
我不住地凝望遥远的阴空，我的心和不宁的风一同彷徨悲叹。
Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens．Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone?
In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day it is only for thee that I hope.
If thou show me not thy face, if thou leave me wholly aside, I know not how I am to pass these long, rainy hours.
I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind.19
若是你不说话，我就含忍着，以你的沉默来填满我的心。
我要沉静地等候，像黑夜在星光中无眠，忍耐地低首。
清晨一定会来，黑暗也要消隐，你的声音将划破天空从金泉中下注。
那时你的话语，要在我的每一处鸟巢中生翼发声，你的音乐，要在我林丛繁花中盛开怒放。
If thou speak not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it．I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.
Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.20
莲花开放的那天，唉，我不自觉地在心魂中飘荡。我的花篮空着，花儿我也没有去理睬。
不时地有一段的幽愁来袭击我，我从梦中惊起，觉得南风里有一阵奇香的芳踪。
这迷茫的温馨，使我想望得心痛，我觉得这仿佛是夏天渴望的气息，寻求圆满。
我那时不晓得它离我是那么近，而且是我的，这完美的温馨，还是在我自己心灵的深处开放。
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not．My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.21
我必须撑出我的船去，时光都在岸边挨延消磨了——不堪的我呵！
春天把花开过就告别了，如今落红遍地，我却等待而又流连。
潮声渐喧，河岸的荫滩上黄叶飘落。
你凝望着的是何等的空虚！你不觉得有一阵惊喜和对岸遥远的歌声从天空中一同飘来吗？
I must launch out my boat．The languid hours pass by on the shore——Alas for me！
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave．And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall.
What emptiness do you gaze upon！Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far-away song floating from the other shore?22
在七月淫雨的浓阴中，你用秘密的脚步行走，夜一般的轻悄，躲过一切的守望的人。
今天，清晨闭上眼，不理连连呼喊的狂啸的东风，一张厚厚的纱幕遮住永远清醒的碧空。
林野住了歌声，家家闭户。在这冷寂的街上，你是孤独的行人。呵，我唯一的朋友，我最爱的人，我的家门是开着的——不要梦一般地走过吧。
In the deep shadows of the rainy July, with secret steps, thou walk, silent as night, eluding all watchers.
Today the morning has closed its eyes, heedless of the insistent calls of the loud east wind, and a thick veil has been drawn over the ever-wakeful blue sky.
The woodlands have hushed their songs, and doors are all shut at every house．Thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street．Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house——do not pass by like a dream.23
在这暴风雨的夜晚，你还在外面游历爱的旅行吗，我的朋友？
天空像失望者在哀号。
我今夜无眠，我不断地开门向黑暗中瞭望，我的朋友！
我什么都看不见，我不知道你要走哪一条路！
是从墨黑的河岸上，是从远远的愁惨的树林边，是穿过昏暗迂回的曲径，你摸索着来到我这里吗，我的朋友？
Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep tonight．Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend！
I can see nothing before me．I wonder where lies thy path！
By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?24
假如一天已经过去了，鸟儿也不歌唱，假如风也吹倦了，那就用黑暗的厚幕把我盖上吧，如同你在黄昏时节用睡眠的衾被裹上大地，又轻柔地将睡莲的花瓣合上。
旅客的行程未达，粮袋已空，衣裳破裂污损，而又筋疲力尽，你解除了他的羞涩与困窘，使他的生命像花朵一样在仁慈的夜幕下苏醒。
If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended, whose garment is torn and dust-laden, whose strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty, and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night.25
在这困倦的夜里，让我服帖地把自己交给睡眠，把信赖托付给你。
让我不去勉强我萎靡的精神，来准备一个对你敷衍的礼拜。
是你拉上夜幕盖上白日的倦眼，使这眼神在醒觉的清新喜悦中，更新了起来。
In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without struggle, resting my trust upon thee.
Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship.
It is thou who draw the veil of night upon the tired eyes of the day to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.26
他来坐在我的身边，而我没有醒来。多么可恨的睡眠，唉，不幸的我呵！
他在静夜中来到，手里拿着琴，我的梦魂和他的音乐起了共鸣。
唉，为什么每夜就这样的虚度了？呵，他的气息接触了我的睡眠，为什么我总看不见他的面？
He came and sat by my side but I woke not．What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me！
He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?27
灯火，灯火在哪里呢？用熊熊的渴望之火把它点上吧！
灯在这里，却没有一丝火焰，——这是你的命运吗，我的心呵！
你还不如死了好！
悲哀在你门上敲着，她传话说你的主醒着呢，她叫你在夜的黑暗中奔赴爱的约会。
云雾遮满天空，雨也不停地下。我不知道我心里有什么在动荡，——我不懂得它的意义。
一霎的电光，在我的视线上抛下一道更深的黑暗，我的心摸索着，寻找那夜的音乐对我呼唤的路径。
灯火，灯火在哪里呢？用熊熊的渴望之火把它点上吧！雷声在响，狂风怒吼着穿过天空，夜像黑岩一般的黑。不要让时间在黑暗中度过吧，用你的生命把爱的灯点上吧。
Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire！
There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame——is such thy fate, my heart?
Ah, death were better by far for thee！
Misery knocks at thy door, and her message is that thy lord is wakeful, and her calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.
The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless．I know not what this is that stirs in me——I know not its meaning.
A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight, and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.
Light, oh where is the light！Kindle it with the burning fire of desire！It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void．The night is black as a black stone．Let not the hours pass by in the dark．Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.28
罗网是坚韧的，但是要撕破它的时候我又心痛。
我只要自由，为希望自由我却觉得羞愧。
我确知那无价之宝是在你那里，而且你是我最好的朋友，但我却舍不得清除我满屋的俗物。
我身上披的是尘灰与死亡之衣，我恨它却又热爱地把它抱紧。
我的债务很多，我的失败很大，我的耻辱秘密而又深重；但当我来求福的时候，我又战栗，唯恐我的祈求得了允诺。
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them.
Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.
I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room
The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love.
My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.29
被我用我的名字囚禁起来的那个人，在监牢中哭泣。我每天不停地筑着围墙；当这道围墙高起接天的时候，我的真我便被高墙的黑影遮断不见了。
我以这道高墙自豪，我用沙土把它抹严，唯恐在这名字上还留着一丝罅隙，我煞费了苦心，我也看不见了真我。
He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon．I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.
I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.
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