生如夏花：泰戈尔经典诗选3

泰戈尔的诗歌弥漫着一种恬淡、静谧、飘逸的意境，如珍珠般闪耀着深邃的哲理光芒。轻轻翻阅，总会有些美得心动的句子闯入心间。
“我年轻时的生命犹如一朵鲜花”，空灵的诗歌仿佛山坡草地上的一丛丛野花，在早晨的太阳下探出头来，色泽灿烂，清香迷人。一朵花就是一个美丽的世界，其中蕴涵的人生哲理令人感受到振奋人心的力量，唤起人们对大自然、人类、世界上一切美好事物的爱心，让每一天充满欢乐与光明。“我的心像是一阵风，像是张开的帆，要飞向那远处的美丽海岛。”阅读着一首首美丽的小诗，如夏日里的清风拂过脸庞，尘世的疲惫一扫而光，心灵返回最初的纯净。
书中收录了泰戈尔四部著名英文诗集：《采果集》、《爱者之贻》、《渡口》、《诗选》。著名文学家冰心和东方文学翻译家石真以韵味幽雅、哲理深妙的译笔还原了泰戈尔晶莹剔透的爱的世界，传唱爱情纯真，颂扬无暇童心，赞颂生命，思索人生本质。随处可见乐观的情绪和生机盎然的气息，既有对理想追求的豁达和坚定的信心，也有生命的真实感动。
微风徐徐的午后，一杯清茶，一本《生如夏花》，跟随着泰戈尔拾起昼间之花那片片怡人的花瓣，看着它成熟成记忆的金果，带领我们品尝人间甘美。

001 恋恋絮语·爱情
相信爱情，即使它给你带来悲哀也要相信爱情。有时候爱情不是因为看到了才相信，而是因为相信才看得到。

002 最初的纯真·孩童
我不记得我的母亲，只当我从卧室的窗里外望悠远的蓝天，我觉得我母亲凝注在我脸上的眼光布满了整个天空。

003 且听风吟·哲理
群星在浪花上摇曳，各种色彩的思潮被抛出大海深处，散掷在生活的海滩上。生与死随着浪潮的韵律涨落升沉，我心灵的海鸥，展开翅膀，快乐地鸣叫着。

004 行者的国度·旅行
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。

005 当时光已逝·光阴
年轻时，我生命有如一朵花——当春天的轻风来到她的门前乞求时，从她的丰盛中飘落一两花瓣，她从未感到这是损失。

006 与神对话·生命
你的歌如同寂寞雪原的鸟儿，正盼着温暖的四月飞来在我的心头筑巢，我也甘愿等待那欢乐季节的到来。
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6 欢乐从全世界涌来，塑造了我的躯体。
天空的阳光将她吻了又吻，直到她惊醒。
匆匆赶来的夏日的花朵在她的呼吸里注入芬芳的气息，她的行动里有着风和水的韵律。
云霞和森林绚丽多彩的激情潮水般注入她的生命，大地万物的音乐的爱抚凝成她的手和足。
她是我的新娘——她在我的房里点亮了她的灯。
The joy ran from all the world to build my body.
The lights of the skies kissed and kissed her till she woke.
Flowers of hurrying summers sighed in her breath and voices of winds and water sang in her movements.
The passion of the tide of colours in clouds and in forests flowed into her life, and the music of all things caressed her limbs into shape.
She is my bride,——she has lighted her lamp in my house.
7 终有一天，我会遇到我内心的生命，遇到隐藏在生命中的欢愉，尽管时光用它慵散的灰尘蒙住了我的道路。
我曾在黎明闪烁的晨光中结识了它，它的阵阵微风吹拂着我，使我的思绪泌出片刻芳香。
终有一天，我会遇到那留在光明的屏风后的无我的外部欢愉——我要站在漫漫无尽的幽寂中，那里，世间万物团聚在造物者的身边。
I will meet one day the Life within me, the joy that hides in my life, though the days perplex my path with their idle dust.
I have known it in glimpses, and its fitful breath has come upon me, making my thoughts fragrant for a while.
I will meet one day the Joy without me that dwells behind the screen of light——and will stand in the overflowing solitude where all things are seen as by their creator.
8 你在天上举起你的灯，它将光明洒在我的脸上，它的阴影却笼罩了你。
我在心里举起爱之灯，它的光明落在你的身上，我却被抛闪在阴影背后。
When you hold your lamp in the sky it throws its light on my face and its shadow falls over you.
When I hold the lamp of love in my heart its light falls on you and I am left standing behind in the shadow.
9 细雨席卷了苍穹，素馨花在湿淋淋的狂醉的风中畅饮着自己的浓郁芳香。
不可名状的喜悦荡漾在深沉的夜的胸膛，它是蒙着面纱，藏起繁星的碧空的喜悦，它是回响着鸟鸣余音的深夜密林的喜悦。
让喜悦溢满我的心，让我把它悄悄地带到白天吧。
The rains sweep the sky from end to end.
In the wild wet wind the jasmines revel in their own perfume.
There is a secret joy in the bosom of the night, it is the joy of the veiled sky in its hidden stars, the joy of the midnight forest in its hoarded bird songs.
Let me fill my heart with it and carry it in secret through the day.
10我和你相逢在黑夜汇合于白昼的海边；在那里，光明惊退黑暗，化作黎明；在那里， 波涛将此岸的吻传送到彼岸。
从无边无底的蔚蓝深处，喷射出金灿灿的光线，传来一声召唤，穿过迷蒙的泪雾，我专注地凝望着你的脸，却不敢肯定是不是看见了你。
I have met thee where the night touches the edge of the day;where the light startles the darkness into dawn,and the waves carry the kiss of the one shore to the other.From the heart of the fathomless blue comes one golden call,and across the dusk of tears I try to gaze thy face and know not for certain if thou are seen.
11 今天清晨，我的心灵之窗，那朝向你的心灵的窗口，突然打开了。
我惊诧地看到，我的名字，你经常呼唤的名字，写在四月的嫩叶与百花上，我默默地静坐着。
刹那间，隔在你我歌曲中间的帘幕随风飘去了。
我发现，你的晨曦里弥漫着我无法表达的、唱不出来的歌儿；我想，我应该在你的脚边学会它。我默默地静坐着。
SUDDENLY the window of my heart flew open this morning, the window that looks out on your heart.
I wondered to see that the name by which you know me is written in April leaves and flowers, and I sat silent.
The curtain was blown away for a moment between my songs and yours.
I found that your morning light was full of my own mute songs unsung; I thought that I would learn them at your feet——and I sat silent.
12 每日里，我沿着同一条老路来来去去，送水果到市场，赶牛群去牧场，划渡船过小河，条条道路对我是那么熟悉。
一天早晨，田野里到处是忙碌的人们，牧场上到处是牛群，大地的胸膛和着成熟的稻浪欢快地起伏。我走着，手里提着沉重的篮子。
忽然，一阵轻风吹过，天空仿佛在亲吻我的前额。我的心儿跳动，仿佛朝阳破雾而出。
我忘记了走熟的老路，向路边跨出了几步，熟悉的景物变得陌生了，就像一朵花，我只在它含苞欲放的时候认识它。
我为我平日的小聪明感到羞愧，我离开正途闯入了仙境般的世界。那天清晨，我迷失了道路，却找到了永存的赤子之心，这是我一生的幸运。
I TRAVELLED the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market, my cattle to the meadows, I ferried my boat across the stream and all the ways were well known to me.
One morning my basket was heavy with wares. Men were busy in the fields, the pastures crowded with cattle ; the breast of earth heaved with the mirth of ripening rice.
Suddenly there was a tremor in the air, and the sky seemed to kiss me on my forehead. My mind started up like the morning out of mist.
I forgot to follow the track. I stepped a few paces from the path, and my familiar world appeared strange to me, like a flower I had only known in bud.
My everyday wisdom was ashamed. I went astray in the fairyland of things. It was the best luck of my life that I lost my path that morning, and found my eternal childhood.
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