莫笑愚 | 译诗：泰戈尔《飞鸟集》（121-160）

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迷途鸟 泰戈尔文莫笑愚译 121 我将我的世界带进这个挫败的人世，使人间茂盛。 122 亲爱的朋友，在沙滩上，在许多渐沉的暮色里，当我聆听海浪，我感受到你伟大的思想的沉默。 123 鸟儿以为，把鱼儿带进空中是一种善行。 124 夜晚对太阳说：“在月亮里，你寄给我情书。”“在草叶的泪珠里，我留下我的回复。” 125 伟大是初生的孩子；当他逝去，他把他伟大的童年留给世界。 126 是水的轻歌曼舞而非锤子的敲击，使鹅卵石臻于完美。 127 蜜蜂啜饮花蜜，离开时嗡嗡道谢。 艳俗的蝴蝶笃信花儿该向它致谢。 128 当你不必说出全部真相，直言不讳就很容易。 129 向可能询问不可能，你住在哪里？ 答案就在无能者的梦里。 130 假如你把所有错误都关在门外，真理也将被屏蔽。 131 我听见某些事物，在我悲伤的心底沙沙作响，－－我看不见它们。 132 活跃的闲暇就是工作。 宁静的海水激起波浪。 133 叶子恋爱时变成花朵。 花朵爱慕时变成果实。 134 地下的根使树枝结出果实却不求赏赐。 135 这个落雨的黄昏，风吹不止。 我目睹摇曳的树枝，思考万物之伟大。 136 午夜暴雨，就像在不合时宜的黑暗中醒来的巨婴，开始嬉戏哭号。 137 哦，大海，你这孤独的风暴的新娘，徒劳地掀起波浪，追随你的情郎。 138 字词对作品说，我为我的空洞感到羞愧。 作品对字词说，见到你，我才知道我是多么贫乏。 139 时间是变化的财富。但是，钟表的拙劣模仿只有变化，而并未带来财富。 140 她衣服里的真相发现事实过于局促。 在虚构里，她自如地辗转腾挪。 141 当我四处旅行，路啊，我厌倦了你。但现在，当你带我去四面八方，我爱上了你，嫁给了你。 142 让我设想，在群星中，有一颗星星指引我的人生，穿过未知的黑暗。 143 女人啊，你用优雅的手指触碰我的东西，它们井然有序如音乐响起。 144 一个悲伤的声音在年华的废墟间筑巢。 在夜晚对我歌唱，——我爱过你。 145 熊熊大火以它的光焰告诫我远离。 将我从隐藏在灰烬下的余火里拯救出来。 146 我有繁星满天。 但是，作为我的小灯，一到屋里就灭了。 147 逝去文字的尘埃附着于你。 用沉默洗净你的灵魂。 148 生命留下许多罅隙，死亡的哀乐从那里流出。 149 在早晨，世界已敞开了它的光明之心。 出来吧，我的心，以你之爱与它相逢。 150 我的思想，随着闪耀的叶片而闪耀；我的心，随着日光的抚摸而歌唱；我的生命，随着万物飘进蔚蓝的空间和漆黑的时间，是多么欢。 151 神的伟大威力不在暴雨中，在柔和的微风里。 152 这是个梦。在梦中，事事松散，压迫着我。 当我醒来，我会发现它们汇聚在你那里，而我是自由的。 153 夕阳问：谁会在那里承担我的责任？ 瓦灯说：我主，我将尽我所能。 154 通过采摘花瓣，你采集不到花朵的美丽。 155 沉默会携带你的声音，一如鸟巢怀抱睡鸟。 156 伟大不担心与渺小同行。 不上不下者才保持疏离。 157 夜晚让花朵隐秘绽开，让白昼收获感激。 158 权力把受害者的挣扎看做是忘恩负义。 159 当我们在充实里欢欣，就能够欣然放弃我们的果实。 160 雨滴亲吻大地并低语着，——母亲，我们是您思乡的孩子，从天国回到您的身边。 （2019.02.24.译，于北京） 附原文： 121 I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed. 122 Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves. 123 The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life in the air. 124 "In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me", said the night to the sun. "I leave my answers in tears upon the grass." 125 The great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world. 126 Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection. 127 Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him. 128 To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth. 129 Asks the Possible to the Impossible, Where is your dwelling-place? In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer. 130 If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out. 131 I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart, ---I cannot see them. 132 Leisure in its activity is work. The stillness of the sea stirs in waves. 133 The leaf becomes flower when it loves. The flower becomes fruit when it worships. 134 The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful. 135 This rainy evening the wind is restless. I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things. 136 Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout. 137 Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm. 138 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. 139 Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. 140 Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease. 141 When I travelled 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. 142 Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown. 143 Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music. 144 One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you. 145 The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow. Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes. 146 I have my stars in the sky. But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house. 147 The dust of the dead words clings to thee. Wash thy soul with silence. 148 Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death. 149 The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it. 150 My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time. 151 God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. 152 This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress. I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free. 153 Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun. I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp. 154 By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. 155 Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds. 156 The Great walks with the Small without fear. The Middling keeps aloof. 157 The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks. 158 Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims. 159 When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy. 160 The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.