泰戈尔:告别; 老泰的‘时差’----给阿丽.

云天

花木/雅雾,  二位好!
一个文豪, 一个诗人, 二位都这么过谦, 偶吓得快不敢献拙了.

至于煮饭, 不得已而为之, 还得十二分认真.
有什么比青菜更好吃呢.

雅雾, I'm about to go off line. Will reply your other postings at a later time.

云天

小老师，谢谢指正！你要不指出倒装，我就看不出来，一意以为pale是名词。要是名词，应该冠以the 的吧。

花木 发表于 2009-3-29 04:57 PM

可别吓着我!  

Generally speaking, the article "the" goes before a noun, but it's not always needed.

In the above sentence, pale is used as an adjective.

云天

匆匆一译. 明天上泰翁原文.

对　岸

The Opposite Shore
Translated by Yuntian


　　我渴想到河的对岸去。
　　在那边，好些船只一行儿系在竹杆上；
　　人们在早晨乘船渡过那边去，肩上扛着犁头，去耕耘他们的远处的田；
　　在那边，牧人使他们鸣叫着的牛游泳到河旁的牧场去；
　　黄昏的时候，他们都回家了，只留下豺狼在这满长着野草的岛上哀叫。
　　妈妈，如果你不在意，我长大的时候，要做这渡船的船夫。
　　据说有好些古怪的池塘藏在这个高岸之后。

I long to go to the other side of the river.
Over there, many a boat is tied to a bamboo pole in a line.
People cross the river by ferry to that side in the morning, with plows on their shoulders, and go plow their distant fields;
Over there, shepherds make their mowing cows swim to the pasture by the river;
At dusk, they all go home, only leaving wolves howling in grief on the island overgrown with weeds.
Mother, if you don’t mind, when I grow up, I want to become the ferry's boatman.
It’s said that many a strange pond hides behind the high shore.

　　雨过去了，一群一群的野鹜飞到那里去，茂盛的芦苇在岸边四围生长，水鸟在那里生蛋；
　　竹鸡带着跳舞的尾巴，将它们细小的足印印在洁净的软泥上；
　　黄昏的时候，长草顶着白花，邀月光在长草的波浪上浮游。
　　妈妈，如果你不在意，我长大的时候，要做这渡船的船夫。


Once rain is gone, flocks of wild ducks fly there. Exuberant reeds grow around the shore, and waterfowls lay eggs there;
With dancing tails, bamboo partridges print their tiny foot tracks in the clean soft muck;
At sunset, long grasses crowned with white flowers invite moonlight to float in their waves.
Mother, if you don’t mind, when I grow up, I want to become the ferry’s boatman.
　　
我要自此岸至彼岸，渡过来，渡过去，所有村中正在那儿沐浴的男孩女孩，都要诧异地望着我。
　　
I want to go from this side of the shore to the other, ferrying over, ferrying back, and all the boys and girls bathing in the village, will look at me with surprise.

太阳升到中天，早晨变为正午了，我将跑到你那里去，说道：“妈妈，我饿了！”
　　一天完了，影子俯伏在树底下，我便要在黄昏中回家来。

When sun rises to the midsky and morning becomes noon,  I’ll run up to you, saying, “Mom, I’m starving!”
The day is over, its shadow crawls under trees, and I must go home in twilight.

　　我将永不同爸爸那样，离开你到城里去作事。
　　妈妈，如果你不在意，我长大的时候，要做这渡船的船夫。

I’ll never leave you and go work in the city like my father.
Mother, if you don’t mind, when I grow up, I want to become the ferry's boatman.


Boney M : Rivers of Babylon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nm1g8FFRArc

fancao

又有新的了？再顶上去吧。

云天

又有新的了？再顶上去吧。
fancao 发表于 2009-3-31 01:29 PM

受宠若惊.
谢谢仙草版主.

云天

读泰翁的散文诗, 学到许多. 有空再细述. :)

THE FURTHER BANK
TAGORE

I LONG to go over there to the further bank of the river,
Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line;
Where men cross over in their boats in the morning with ploughs on their shoulders to till their far-away fields;
Where the cowherds make their lowing cattle swim across to the riverside pasture;
Whence they all come back home in the evening, leaving the jackals to howl in the island overgrown with weeds,
Mother, if you don't mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferry when I am grown up.
They say there are strange pools hidden behind that high bank,
Where flocks of wild ducks come when the rains are over, and thick reeds grow round the margins where waterbirds lay their eggs;
Where snipes with their dancing tails stamp their tiny footprints upon the clean soft mud;
Where in the evening the tall grasses crested with white flowers invite the moonbeam to float upon their waves.
Mother, if you don't mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up.

I shall cross and cross back from bank to bank, and all the boys and girls of the village will wonder at me while they are bathing.
When the sun climbs the mid sky and morning wears on to noon, I shall come running to you, saying, "Mother, I am hungry!"
When the day is done and the shadows cower under the trees, I shall come back in the dusk.
I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father.
Mother, if you don't mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up.


对　岸
郑振铎译

　　我渴想到河的对岸去。
　　在那边，好些船只一行儿系在竹杆上；
　　人们在早晨乘船渡过那边去，肩上扛着犁头，去耕耘他们的远处的田；
　　在那边，牧人使他们鸣叫着的牛游泳到河旁的牧场去；
　　黄昏的时候，他们都回家了，只留下豺狼在这满长着野草的岛上哀叫。
　　妈妈，如果你不在意，我长大的时候，要做这渡船的船夫。
　　据说有好些古怪的池塘藏在这个高岸之后。
　　雨过去了，一群一群的野鹜飞到那里去，茂盛的芦苇在岸边四围生长，水鸟在那里生蛋；
　　竹鸡带着跳舞的尾巴，将它们细小的足印印在洁净的软泥上；
　　黄昏的时候，长草顶着白花，邀月光在长草的波浪上浮游。
　　妈妈，如果你不在意，我长大的时候，要做这渡船的船夫。
　　我要自此岸至彼岸，渡过来，渡过去，所有村中正在那儿沐浴的男孩女孩，都要诧异地望着我。
　　太阳升到中天，早晨变为正午了，我将跑到你那里去，说道：“妈妈，我饿了！”
　　一天完了，影子俯伏在树底下，我便要在黄昏中回家来。
　　我将永不同爸爸那样，离开你到城里去作事。
　　妈妈，如果你不在意，我长大的时候，要做这渡船的船夫。



By The River from Florida Suite
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDn7q54gMws

云天

花木并有兴致的朋友们, 请!
雅雾, 歌线我准备贴几首歌. 晚些回. 见谅.

MY SONG
TAGORE

THIS song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.



Auf Flügeln Des Gesanges-Victoria de los Ángeles (1923-2005)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hc4QC35LfhU&feature=related

花木

这条线和彩云一般璀璨。美而艺术。我来做作业了，同时赏心悦目。

MY SONG
TAGORE

THIS song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.

我的歌
泰戈尔

我这支歌将以它的音乐 -- 象关爱的手臂那样 -- 环绕你，我的孩子。
我这支歌，会象祝福的亲吻那样，触摸你的前额。
当你独处，这支歌会坐在你身旁，对你耳语；你在人群里，它又会守护你以隔离。
我的歌将为你的梦境插上双翼，载着你的心去到未知世界的边际。
当暗夜笼罩你的路途，我的歌会是头顶上那忠诚跟随你的星子。
我的歌会驻进你的瞳仁，把你的眼光带进事物的本质。
然后，当我的声音随死亡沉寂，我的歌将仍在你生命跃动的心头言语。

云天

这条线和彩云一般璀璨。美而艺术。我来做作业了，同时赏心悦目。

MY SONG
TAGORE

THIS song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your ...
花木 发表于 2009-4-1 01:50 PM

Dear Flowering Wood,

Truly appreciate your kind compliments.
It's you who've made this thread glow like colorful clouds. Thank you, buddy!


I'm really amazed by your lovely translation! So delighted to read it!  :)

"我的歌将为你的梦境插上双翼，载着你的心去到未知世界的边际。"
Poetic lines like this simply gladden my heart!  

云天

BABY'S WORLD
TAGORE

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.


George Winston - Spring Creek
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFPO8ph7z_8

云天

MY SONG
TAGORE

THIS song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.

我的歌
郑振铎

　　我的孩子，我这一只歌将扬起它的乐声围绕你的身旁，好像那爱情的热恋的手臂一样。
　　我这一只歌将触着你的前额，好像那祝福的接吻一样。
　　当你只是一个人的时候，它将坐在你的身旁，在你耳边微语着；当你在人群中的时候，它将围住你，使你超然物外。
　　我的歌将成为你的梦的翼翅，它将把你的心移送到不可知的岸边。
　　当黑夜覆盖在你路上的时候，它又将成为那照临在你头上的忠实的星光。
　　我的歌又将坐在你眼睛的瞳仁里，将你的视线带入万物的心里。
　　当我的声音因死亡而沉寂时，我的歌仍将在你活泼泼的心中唱着。

Bella's Lullaby
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fa9VMe6tw8&feature=related

Tagore:

花木

天，‘Those who make believe to be dumb' -- 我翻不出。

对岸的英译我看得出好看，though。

周末好。

云天

天，‘Those who make believe to be dumb' -- 我翻不出。

对岸的英译我看得出好看，though。

周末好。
花木 发表于 2009-4-3 05:54 AM

Morning, dear Flowering Wood,

make believe: to pretend

Does this help?  :)

Will come back later.

"Springtime In Moscow"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQqiQfsYVA8&feature=related

花木

云瓶，多谢！ 我的词汇量太少，是懒的缘故。

云天

云瓶，多谢！ 我的词汇量太少，是懒的缘故。
花木 发表于 2009-4-3 03:35 PM

花木客气.
我词汇量也不够. 一点一点积累吧. :)

云天

来到"对岸"找差别:

THE FURTHER BANK

bank:
river bank, sea shore, lake shore

I LONG to go over there to the further bank of the river,
Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line;
Where men cross over in their boats in the morning with ploughs on their shoulders to till their far-away fields;

till:  synonym of plow
I should have avoided using "plow" twice in a row.

Where the cowherds make their lowing cattle swim across to the riverside pasture;

low: moo

Whence they all come back home in the evening, leaving the jackals to howl in the island overgrown with weeds,

jackal: 豺类
jackal of the same lair : 一丘之貉

Mother, if you don't mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferry when I am grown up.
They say there are strange pools hidden behind that high bank,
Where flocks of wild ducks come when the rains are over, and thick reeds grow round the margins where waterbirds lay their eggs;
Where snipes with their dancing tails stamp their tiny footprints upon the clean soft mud;
Where in the evening the tall grasses crested with white flowers invite the moonbeam to float upon their waves.

crest:
v.tr.
1. To decorate or furnish with a crest.
2. To reach the crest of: crested the ridge.
v.intr.
1. To form into a crest or crests: waves cresting over the seawall.
2. To reach a crest: The swollen river crested at 9 p.m.
Mother, if you don't mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up.

I shall cross and cross back from bank to bank, and all the boys and girls of the village will wonder at me while they are bathing.
When the sun climbs the mid sky and morning wears on to noon, I shall come running to you, saying, "Mother, I am hungry!"
When the day is done and the shadows cower under the trees, I shall come back in the dusk.

cower - crouch or curl up;

I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father.
Mother, if you don't mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up.

花木

‘淆习’了。谢谢云瓶的时间。

我没有什么可以答谢你，小老师。记得你也喜欢哈里尓.纪伯伦，我这儿正有他一本小册，《先知.沙与沫》，钱满素译的。我抄几句给你看。 周末愉快！ --

睡在羽绒上的人做起梦来，并不比睡在泥地上的人更美满，如此，我怎么会对生活的公正丧失信心呢？

我们的脑是海绵，我们的心是溪流。我们大多选择吸收而非奔流，这不是很奇怪吗？

当‘生命’找不到一个歌手来吟唱她的心灵，她就生产一个哲学家来道出她的思想。

云天

‘淆习’了。谢谢云瓶的时间。

我没有什么可以答谢你，云天。记得你也喜欢哈里尓.纪伯伦，我这儿正有他一本小册，《先知.沙与沫》，钱满素译的。我抄几句给你看。 周末愉快！ --

花木 发表于 2009-4-3 07:52 PM

花木, 你这么客气啊!  多谢了! :)
这是我的兴趣. 谢你陪我玩.

我也有纪伯伦的"先知", 倒从没留意过译者是谁.

本来也是想译一些泰翁后译纪伯伦的. 高兴有你同行!  :)

云天

我随口说说, 你竟还记得, 并且逐字抄来.  感动.

顺手贴上英文.   

睡在羽绒上的人做起梦来，并不比睡在泥地上的人更美满，如此，我怎么会对生活的公正丧失信心呢？
How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?


我们的脑是海绵，我们的心是溪流。我们大多选择吸收而非奔流，这不是很奇怪吗？
Our mind is a sponge; our heart is a stream.
Is it not strange that most of us choose sucking rather than running?


当‘生命’找不到一个歌手来吟唱她的心灵，她就生产一个哲学家来道出她的思想。
When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.

Josh Groban - Canto Alla Vita (Song To Life)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LRNDIO5Fvo

花木

这是我的兴趣. 谢你陪我玩.

但是，叹息瓶，我没有那个水平陪你玩。我只够作个学生和看客。

我翻完Baby's World，累得七昏八素，一看，最后的整个段落，仅有一个词可以形容，就是狗屁不通。没法子，总不能为了通顺就篡改原文。所以我翻得一肚子气。反正劲也费了，就post上来。下回我就只听课和鼓掌了。

BABY'S WORLD
TAGORE

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.

婴孩的世界
泰戈尔

我愿驻进
我小宝贝的心
那独特的世界里
安静的一隅。

在那里，
我知道繁星和他说话，
天空俯向他的脸
用自己憨憨的云朵和彩虹来愉悦他。

在那里，
那些装得笨乎乎的人，看着好象永远不会动似的，
现在带着他们的故事和成盘琳琅满目的玩具，
爬到他窗前。

我愿在
通过我孩子的心灵
之路上无拘无束地旅行；
那路上的信使不用为没来历的王国当差；
那路上理智就是拿风筝当律法和放飞它们，
而真理会把事实从镣铐上解救出来。

云天

但是，叹息瓶，我没有那个水平陪你玩。我只够作个学生和看客。

我翻完Baby's World，累得七昏八素，一看，最后的整个段落，仅有一个词可以形容，就是狗屁不通。没法子，总不能为了通顺就篡改原文。所以我翻得一肚 ...
花木 发表于 2009-4-4 04:45 AM

我又变成"叹息瓶"了.
听见你的叹息了, 我收进瓶里了.

我说是"玩", 因为随心随意, 才不会"累得七昏八素".
瞧你辛苦, 心痛啊.  

云天

婴孩的世界
泰戈尔

我愿驻进
我小宝贝的心
那独特的世界里
安静的一隅。

在那里，
我知道繁星和他说话，
天空俯向他的脸
用自己憨憨的云朵和彩虹来愉悦他。

在那里，
那些装得笨乎乎的人，看着好象永远不会动似的，
现在带着他们的故事和成盘琳琅满目的玩具，
爬到他窗前。

我愿在
通过我孩子的心灵
之路上无拘无束地旅行；
那路上的信使不用为没来历的王国当差；
那路上理智就是拿风筝当律法和放飞它们，
而真理会把事实从镣铐上解救出来。
花木 发表于 2009-4-4 04:45 AM

花木, 你译得真好, 美句俯拾即是!  :)

"天空俯向他的脸
用自己憨憨的云朵和彩虹来愉悦他。"

"带着他们的故事和成盘琳琅满目的玩具，
爬到他窗前。"

多美啊!
当你读着自己笔下流淌的美丽诗行时, 心中盛满愉悦, 是吗?  :)

云天

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.

花木写道:
"我愿在
通过我孩子的心灵
之路上无拘无束地旅行；
那路上的信使不用为没来历的王国当差；
那路上理智就是拿风筝当律法和放飞它们，
而真理会把事实从镣铐上解救出来。"

这一段, 两个"where" 从句修饰"road".


"那路上的信使不用为没来历的王国当差；"
"of no history" ------你译做"没来历".
那么"for no cause" 未译出来. :)

Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history;
The prepositional phrase "for no cause" modifies "run errands".  

郑译:
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；

除此之外, 译得都相当好!  :)

我过几天要度假, 你就不必译了.

云天

BABY'S WORLD
TAGORE

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.

孩子的世界
郑振铎译

　　我愿我能在我孩子的自己的世界的中心，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。


Robert Miles - Children (Dream Version)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCYST35gSvU&feature=related

花木

谢谢云瓶指点！郑译漂亮，for no cause 译作‘无所谓’，打死我也想不出 （我翻成‘不用’了 ）。

‘荤’之typo，已发现了，懒得为一字修改了。:)

要是有相同水平的人来和你一块译，多好，让我学学。 你休假，这里就闭馆了吗？ 你请谁来代代课不好么？ 要不可惜了儿的这么漂亮的线。

（小孩子的蜡笔画很不错。歌儿没听，太晚了）

花木

当你读着自己笔下流淌的美丽诗行时

谢谢云瓶鼓励。可我一点不觉得美，只觉得生涩。我甚至觉得老泰的诗也生涩，比如‘Truth sets Fact free from its fetters’，对于儿童心理，太过抽象了，虽然他的读者是成年人。

（你瞧，要有水平，才看得见/翻得出水平... 所以我翻着翻着就生气了 ）

云天

谢谢云瓶指点！郑译漂亮，for no cause 译作‘无所谓’，打死我也想不出 （我翻成‘不用’了 ）。

‘荤’之typo，已发现了，懒得为一字修改了。:)

要是有相同水平的人来和你一块译，多好，让我学学。 你 ...
花木 发表于 2009-4-5 04:00 AM

花木客气. 我的水平远不够"指点"的资格.
郑译是一个team.

"晕" 有创意.

线沉下去不紧要. 别在意. 不过多谢了!  

云天

谢谢云瓶鼓励。可我一点不觉得美，只觉得生涩。我甚至觉得老泰的诗也生涩，比如‘Truth sets Fact free from its fetters’，对于儿童心理，太过抽象了，虽然他的读者是成年人。

（你瞧，要有水平，才看得见/翻得 ...
花木 发表于 2009-4-5 04:13 AM

是你追求至美.

下回不好译空着就好了.

云天

THE SOURCE
TAGORE

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.

劉文正 - 童年 - Childhood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOib_26bFRo

花木

好，云瓶。以后不会翻的，我就空着。老泰的这一段，我觉得很漂亮（正好是我的水平可以理解的 ），但翻不出来。你纠错吧。

THE SOURCE
TAGORE

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.

源头

掠过孩子眼睛的睡眠 -- 有谁知道它是从哪里来的？
是了，有传闻说，它住在森林被光虫朦胧照着的树影里、有两朵害羞的魔力花苞缀着的仙女山庄。睡眠就从那里来，亲吻孩子的眼睛。


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.

孩子睡着时闪现在他唇上的微笑 -- 有谁知道这微笑是从哪里诞生的？
是的，有传说是，当新月初起的淡光触着消散的秋云边缘，那里，那微笑首次诞生在带露的清晨的睡梦里 -- 那微笑就闪现在酣睡的孩子的唇上。


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.

那盛放在孩子四肢上的甜柔的清新 -- 有谁知道它在哪里躲了那么久？
是的，当孩子的母亲尚是少女，她的心沐浴在温柔静谧的爱的神秘中 -- 即是那甜柔的清新，后来盛放在孩子的四肢上。

云天

好，云瓶。以后不会翻的，我就空着。老泰的这一段，我觉得很漂亮（正好是我的水平可以理解的 ），但翻不出来。你纠错吧。

THE SOURCE
TAGORE

THE sleep that flits on baby's eyes--does anybody know from wher ...
花木 发表于 2009-4-6 07:46 PM

花木, 还"纠错"呢, 我学习呢!  

昨进来, 看见你只贴了一段. 我赶紧接着译.
今天再瞧, WOW, 惊艳!  我的拙译就藏着吧.

你这篇译得非常非常漂亮!!!

云天

THE SOURCE
TAGORE

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.

来　源
郑振铎译

这掠过婴儿眼上的睡眠——有谁知道它是从哪里来的吗？是的，有谣传说它住在林荫中，萤火朦胧照着的仙村里，那里挂着两颗甜柔迷人的花蕊。它从那里来吻着婴儿的眼睛。

在婴儿睡梦中唇上闪现的微笑——有谁知道它是从哪里生出来的吗？是的，有谣传说一线新月的微光，触到了消散的秋云的边缘，微笑就在被朝雾洗净的晨梦中，第一次生出来了——这就是那婴儿睡梦中唇上闪现的微笑。

在婴儿的四肢上，花朵般地喷发的甜柔清新的生气，有谁知道它是在哪里藏了这么许久吗？是的，当母亲还是一个少女，它就在温柔安静的爱的神秘中，充塞在她的心里了——这就是那婴儿四肢上喷发的甜柔新鲜的生气。

Mozart - Flies: Lullaby (Schlaf Mein Prinzchen)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Zm8CTJl8yA&feature=related

云天

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 near by.

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?"

云天

Lullaby, My Baby
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHcockAgFN8

Lullaby my baby
Let me sing good night
Though the day is fading
New one will be waiting
You must sleep now darling
Everything's alright

Lullaby my baby
As the nighttime falls
Through the dreams you're sailing
Facing shadows bravely
Keeping every moment
In your heart and soul

Lullaby my baby
As I watch you sleep
I remember dreaming
How I'll have you with me
Now you're here darling
And my world's complete

云天

Lullaby, My Baby http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHcockAgFN8 Lullaby my baby Let me sing good night Though the day is fading New one will be waiting You must sleep now darling Everything's alright Lu ... 云天 发表于 2009-4-9 02:37 AM

花木, 我度假去了. 你玩好!

云天

花木, 我在等你的美译呢.

If you're too busy, I'll have to burn the midnight oil tonight.

云天

呈上拙译。后天贴郑译。

SLEEP-STEALER
偷睡眠者

WHO stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know.
谁从婴儿的眼中偷走了睡眠? 我必须知道.

Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch water from the village near by.
把水罐挂在腰间, 妈妈去旁边的村子取水.

It was noon. The children's playtime was over; the ducks in the pond were silent.
正午了. 孩子们嬉戏的时间结束了; 池塘里的鸭子悄无声息.

The shepherd boy lay asleep under the shadow of the banyan tree.
牧童娃躺在榕树荫下酣睡.

The crane stood grave and still in the swamp near the mango grove.
在芒果树丛旁的沼泽地里, 鹤黯然静立.

In the meanwhile the Sleep-stealer came and, snatching sleep from baby's eyes, flew away.
就在此时, 偷睡眠者来了, 从婴儿眼里夺走睡眠, 飞走了.

When mother came back she found baby traveling the room over on all fours.
妈妈回来时, 发现小宝贝满屋子爬着.

Who stole sleep from our baby's eyes? I must know. I must find her and chain her up.
谁从我们婴儿的眼里偷走了睡眠? 我必须知道. 我必须找到她, 把她锁起来.

I must look into that dark cave, where, through boulders and scowling stones, trickles a tiny stream.
我必须察看那个黑暗的洞穴, 那里, 从巨石和皱折的石砾中渗出一道细流.

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.
我必须在醉花丛昏睡的树荫下搜寻, 那里鸽子在角落里咕咕叫着, 仙女的脚铃在繁星点点的静夜里叮噹做响.

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?"
夜晚, 我将窥探竹林里的低语默默, 那里荧火虫挥霍她们的光亮, 寻问我遇到的每个生灵, “谁能告诉我偷睡眠者住在哪里?”

Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know.
谁从婴儿的眼中偷走了睡眠? 我必须知道.

Shouldn't I give her a good lesson if I could only catch her!
假若我能捉到她, 不该好好教训她一下么!

I would raid her nest and see where she hoards all her stolen sleep.
我将袭击她的巢穴, 看看她把所有偷来的睡眠藏在何处.

I would plunder it all, and carry it home.
我会把它们都夺回来, 带回家.

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.
我会把她的两片翅膀紧紧绑起来, 把她放在河畔, 让她在激流和水莲间用芦苇玩钓鱼.

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?"
傍晚集市散后, 村里的孩子们坐在他们妈妈们的膝上, 夜晚的小鸟将在她的耳边戏弄喧嚷:
“现在你打算偷谁的睡眠呢?”

云天

呈上拙译。后天贴TAGORE's beautiful writing。

开　始
The Origin
Translated by Yuntian

　　“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——
“Where did I come from?  And where did you pick me up?” The child asked his mother.
Holding her child to her bosom, she replied half crying half smiling-------

　　　　“你曾被我当作心愿藏在我的心里，我的宝贝。
“You once were hidden in my heart as my wish, my baby.

　　“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。
“You once existed on the clay baby I played with in my childhood; Each morning I molded my spiritual idol with mud, and it was you whom I shaped and crumbled to pieces repeatedly.

　　“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。
“You once received worship along with the guardian God of our family, and I worshiped you while worshipping our family God.

　　“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。
“You once lived in all my hopes and love, lived in my life, and my mother’s.

　　“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。
“On the laps of the immortal spirit that is in charge of our family, you’ve been raised for many generations.

　　“当我做女孩子的时候，我的心的花瓣儿张开，你就像一股花香似地散发出来。“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。
“When I was a girl, the petals of my heart opened up, and you dispersed like a wisp of fragrance of flowers. “Your soft tenderness, blossomed on my body of youth, like the twilight of dawn in the sky before sunrise.

　　“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。
“The first beloved baby of Heaven, the twin brother of morning glow, you floated down from the river of life of the world, and finally anchored on my heart.

　　“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。
“When I gazed upon your face, the mystic feeling submerges me; You who belong to all, become mine unexpectedly.

　　“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？”
“For fear of losing you, I cuddle you tightly in my arms. What magic is it that brought this treasure of the world to my tiny pair of arms? “

TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fcA-NkTnT0&feature=related

云天

SLEEP-STEALER
TAGORE

WHO stole sleep from baby’s eyes? I must know.

Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch water from the village near by.

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?"

偷睡眠者
郑振铎

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，有一道小泉从圆的有皱纹的石上滴下来。

我一定要到醉花①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？”

①醉花（bakula），学名MimusopsElengi。印度传说美女口中吐出香液，此花始开。


If you are happy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrsM9WggCdo

云天

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?"

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，你就像一股花香似地散发出来。

“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 WHEELS ON THE BUS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEtuXrV_KnM&feature=related



花木, 晚些有空再来贴新的. :)

云天

花木, 你必定喜欢这篇.

WHEN AND WHY
TAGORE

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.


Incy Wincy Spider
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h ... 52F2FF&index=19

云天

花木偷懒, 偶只好匆匆译两笔, 摆上来献拙. :)

WHEN AND WHY
TAGORE

什么时候和为什么
泰戈尔
云天译

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.

当我给你带来五光十色的玩具时, 我的孩子,
我明白了为什么在云上, 在水上, 有如此缤纷色彩的嬉戏, 为什么花朵是用色彩绘成的----
当我把五光十色的玩具给你时,  我的孩子.

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.

当我放声歌唱让你跳舞时,
我真正理解了为什么树叶里有音乐, 为什么波浪把他们的合唱传递给大地聆听的心-----
当我放声歌唱让你跳舞时

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.

当我把甜东西放到你贪婪的小手上时,
我知道了为什么花蕊的杯里有蜜,
为什么水果里悄悄地装满了甜浆-----
当我把甜东西放到你贪婪的小手上时.

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.

当我亲吻你的小脸逗你微笑时, 我的宝贝,
我当然理解了晨曦的天空里潺潺流淌出的是怎样的欢乐,
以及夏日的习习微风给我的身体带来的是怎样的愉悦-----
当我亲吻你的小脸逗你微笑时.


Piano Song: Morning Mood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjo7-w7kDnI

云天

花木偷懒, 偶只好匆匆译两笔, 摆上来献拙. :) WHEN AND WHY TAGORE 什么时候和为什么 泰戈尔 云天译 WHEN I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, on ... 云天 发表于 2009-4-19 09:17 PM

瘦舟

Hi 云天，喜欢你的译诗。

云天

Hi 云天，喜欢你的译诗。
瘦舟 发表于 2009-4-19 09:27 PM

谢谢瘦舟光临!  谢谬赞!
幸会小站.

您文字功底极深, 请不吝指教. 若有闲, 更望参与. :)

相对 Robert Frost 等人的诗, 泰翁的散文诗如清澈的小溪, 欢快活泼.
我一般是边读边译, 当然偶要求不高.

云天

WHEN AND WHY
TAGORE

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.

时候与原因
郑振铎译

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。

当我把糖果送到你的贪得无厌的双手上的时候，我知道了为什么在花萼里会有蜜，为什么水果里会秘密的充溢了甜汁的原因了 -- 当我把糖果送到你的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，而夏天的微风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。

Secret Garden - Nocturne
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQTfVmlCi3k

云天

花木/瘦舟等爱译两笔的朋友们, 请!  :)

PLAYTHINGS
TAGORE

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.

云天

花木忙着侍弄花草, 那偶就接着献拙.
有几处很好奇, 想看郑译如何翻.

泰瓮的散文诗真美! 从小孩子玩小树枝写出了人生哲理.

PLAYTHINGS
TAGORE

玩物
泰戈尔
云天译

CHILD, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.

孩子, 你坐在尘土里, 整个上午玩着一根残枝, 何其快乐!

I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
我微笑着看你与一小截断树枝嬉戏.

I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
我忙碌着正事, 每小时都有所积累.

Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"
也许你朝我扫一眼, 心想, “这愚蠢的游戏糟蹋了你早晨的时光!”

Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
孩子, 在小树棍和泥巴饼里忘乎所以的艺术, 我已不记得了.

I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
我搜寻昂贵的玩物, 堆聚金子和银子.

With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
不管随意找到什么, 你都能创造快乐的游戏;
而我, 却花费时间和精力, 追求永远得不到的东西

In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.
在纤弱的独木舟里, 我挣扎着穿越欲望的大海, 忘记了我也在玩游戏.

云天

PLAYTHINGS
TAGORE

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.


玩　具
郑振铎译

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。

我正忙着算帐，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。


Orinoco Flow - Enya
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jC5aUDN6OoU

云天

PLAYTHINGS TAGORE 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, ... 云天 发表于 2009-4-25 08:36 PM