标题：采果集
书籍评价
  《采果集》是泰戈尔的又一部著名诗集，与《飞鸟集》、《园丁集》、《新月集》和《吉檀迦利》齐名。它以充满激情的语言赞颂生命，思索生命的本质。诗作韵味幽雅，哲理深妙，打动过无数中国读者。这些诗作充满了乐观的情绪和生机盎然的气息，表达了作者对理想追求的乐观和坚定的信心，让你在一串串爽润可口的文字中体味生命的真实感动，品尝人生的甘美果实。
作者简介
泰戈尔，R，（1861～1941）印度著名诗人、作家、艺术家和社会活动家。1913年获诺贝尔文学奖。生于加尔各答市的一个富有哲学和文学艺术 修养家庭，13岁即能创作长诗和颂歌体诗集。1878年赴英国留学，1880年回国专门从事文学活动。1884至1911年担任梵 社秘书，20年代创办国际大学。1941年写作控诉英国殖民统治和相信祖国必将获得独立解放的著名遗言《文明的危机》。泰戈尔是具有巨大世界影响的作家。他共写了50多部诗集，被称为"诗圣"。写了12部中长篇小说，100多篇短篇小 说，20多部剧本及大量文学、哲学、政治论著，并创作了1500多幅画，诸写了难以统计的众多歌曲。文、史、哲、艺、 政、经范畴几乎无所不包，无所不精。他的作品反映了印度人民在帝国主义和封建种姓制度压迫下要求改变自己命运的 强烈愿望，描写了他们不屈不挠的反抗斗争，充满了鲜明的爱国主义和民主主义精神，同时又富有民族风格和民族特色， 具有很高艺术价值，深受人民群众喜爱。其重要诗作有诗集《故事诗集》（1900）、《吉檀迦利》（1910）、《新月集》 （1913）、《飞鸟集》（1916）、《边缘集》（1938）、《生辰集》（1941）；重要小说有短篇《还债》（1891）、 《弃绝》（1893）、《素芭》（1893）、《人是活着，还是死了？》（1892）、《摩诃摩耶》（1892）、《太阳与乌云》 （1894），中篇《四个人》（1916），长篇《沉船》（1906）、《戈拉》（1910）、《家庭与世界》（1916）、《两姐 妹》（1932）；重要剧作有《顽固堡垒》（1911）、《摩克多塔拉》（1925）、《人红夹竹桃》（1926）；重要散文有 《死亡的贸易》（1881）、《中国的谈话》（1924）、《俄罗斯书简》（1931）等。他的作品早在1915年就已介绍到中 国，现已出版了10卷本的中文《泰戈尔作品集》。
诗集节选
吴笛译
1
BID me and I shall gather my fruits to bring them in full baskets into your courtyard, though some are lost and some not ripe. For the season grows heavy with its fulness, and there is a plaintive shepherd's pipe in the shade. Bid me and I shall set sail on the river. The March wind is fretful, fretting the languid waves into murmurs. The garden has yielded its all, and in the weary hour of evening the call comes from your house on the shore in the sunset. 1
如果你吩咐，我就把我的果实采满一筐又一筐，送到你的庭院，尽管有的已经腐烂，有的还没有成熟。
因为这个季节身背丰盈果实的重负，浓荫下不时传来牧童哀
怨的笛声。
如果你吩咐，我就去河上扬帆启程。
三月风躁动不安，把倦怠的波浪搅得满腹怨言。
果园已结出全部果实，在这令人疲倦的黄昏之际，
你岸边的
屋里传来你在夕阳中的呼唤。 2 MY life when young was like a flower--a flower that loosens a petal or two from her abundance and never feels the loss when the spring breeze comes to beg at her door. Now at the end of youth my life is like a fruit, having nothing to spare, and waiting to offer herself completely with her full burden of sweetness.
2 
我年轻时的生命犹如一朵鲜花，当和煦的春风来到她门口乞求之时，她从充裕
的花瓣中慷慨地解下一片两片，从未感觉到这是损失。 现在青春已逝，我的生命犹如一颗果实，已经无物分让，只等着彻底地奉献自
己，连同沉甸甸的甜蜜。
3
Is summer's festival only for fresh blossoms and not also for withered leaves and faded flowers? Is the song of the sea in tune only with the rising waves? Does it not also sing with the waves that fall? Jewels are woven into the carpet where stands my king, but there are patient clods waiting to be touched by his feet. Few are the wise and the great who sit by my Master, but he has taken the foolish in his arms and made me his servant for ever.
难道说，夏天的节日只属于初放的鲜花，容不下污艳残红？
难道说，海洋的歌声只合于涨潮的曲风，他会不会也跟落潮合唱呢？
宝石有幸织进我王站立的地毯，许多土块却还在耐心等待他尊贵肢足的触碰。
能在我主身边侍坐的智者贤人寥寥无几，我主却将愚者拥入怀中，还让我做他永远的仆从。
4
I WOKE and found his letter with the morning. I do not know what it says, for I cannot read. I shall leave the wise man alone with his books, I shall not trouble him, for who knows if he can read what the letter says. Let me hold it to my forehead and press it to my heart. When the night grows still and stars come out one by one I will spread it on my lap and stay silent. The rustling leaves will read it aloud to me, the rushing stream will chant it, and the seven wise stars will sing it to me from the sky. I cannot find what I seek, I cannot understand what I would learn; but this unread letter has lightened my burdens and turned my thoughts into songs. 4
我醒来，发现他的信与黎明一道降临。
我不知道信中写了什么，因为我无法看懂。
— ! —
采果集
我不想打扰正在读书的贤者，何必麻烦他，谁知道他能否看懂
信中的内容。
让我将信举到我的额头，贴到我的心口。
当夜阑人静、繁星挂满天空，我要把信摊在膝上，默然等候。
沙沙的树叶将为我把它朗读，潺潺的溪水将为我把它颂扬，智
慧七星也将从天空为我把它歌唱。
我无法寻到我所求的一切，我不能理解我所知的全部，但这封
未读的信却减缓了我的重负，把我的思绪化为歌曲。 
5
A HANDFUL of dust could hide your signal when I did not know its meaning. Now that I am wiser I read it in all that hid it before. It is painted in petals of flowers; waves flash it from their foam; hills hold it high on their summits. I had my face turned from you, therefore I read the letters awryand knew not their meaning. 5 当我不理解你信号的蓄意时，一撮尘土也能把它遮掩。
既然我如今已比过去聪明，我透过过去的屏障，顿悟了它的全
部寓意。
它绘在鲜花的花瓣上，海沫使它闪烁，群山将它捧上峰巅。
我曾转过脸去，把你避开，因此曲解了你的信件，不明白其中
的含义。 
6 
WHERE roads are made I lose my way. In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track. The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons. And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way. 6
在道路铺就的地方，我迷失了道路。
在茫无垠际的海面，在一片蔚蓝的天空，没有道路的踪迹。
路被遮掩了，被飞鸟的羽翼、灿烂的星光、四季变化更迭的花
卉遮掩了。
我询问自己的心儿：血液能否领悟那条看不见的道路？
7 
ALAS, I cannot stay in the house, and home has become no home to me, for the eternal Stranger calls, he is going along the road. The sound of his footfall knocks at my breast; it pains me! The wind is up, the sea is moaning. I leave all my cares and doubts to follow the homeless tide, for the Stranger calls me, he is going along the road. 7
唉，我不能留在这间屋里，这里已经不再是我的家了，因为永恒的异乡人沿着道路走来，对我发出声声呼唤。
他的脚步声敲击着我的胸膛，使我痛苦不堪。
风大起来了，海在呻吟。
我抛开一切烦恼和疑虑，去追逐那无家可归的海浪，因为异乡
人沿着道路走来，对我发出声声呼唤。
8
BE ready to launch forth, my heart! and let those linger who must. For your name has been called in the morning sky. Wait for none! The desire of the bud is for the night and dew, but the blown flower cries for the freedom of light. Burst your sheath, my heart, and come forth! 8
准备启程吧，我的心！让那些必须耽搁的继续在此逗留吧。
因为晨空中已经传来对你名字的呼喊。
不用期待了！
蓓蕾企盼的是夜晚和露珠，但盛开的花朵渴求阳光中的自由。
越过你的皮囊，我的心啊，动身前进吧！ 
9 
WHEN I lingered among my hoarded treasure I felt like a worm that feeds in the dark upon the fruit where it was born. I leave this prison of decay. I care not to haunt the mouldy stillness, for I go in search of everlasting youth; I throw away all that is not one with my life nor as light as my laughter. I run through time and, O my heart, in your chariot dances the poet who sings while he wanders. 每当我徘徊于贮藏的财富之中，我就觉得自己像一条蛀虫，在
黑暗中吞噬着滋生自己的果实。
我抛开这座腐坏的牢狱。
我不愿老是附在腐烂的静止之中，我要去寻找永驻的青春，一
切与我生命无关的、所有不似我笑声轻盈的，我都要完全地抛却。
我奔驰着穿越时间，哦，我的心啊，在你的战车里，行吟诗人在
舞蹈。 
10 
You took my hand and drew me to your side, made me sit on the high seat before all men, till I became timid, unable to stir and walk my own way; doubting and debating at every step lest I should tread upon any thorn of their disfavour. I am freed at last! The blow has come, the drum of insult sounded, my seat is laid low in the dust. My paths are open before me. My wings are full of the desire of the sky. I go to join the shooting stars of midnight, to plunge into the profound shadow. I am like the storm-driven cloud of summer that, having cast off its crown of gold, hangs as a sword the thunderbolt upon a chain of lightning. In desperate joy I run upon the dusty path of the despised; I draw near to your final welcome. The child finds its mother when it leaves her womb. When I am parted from you, thrown out from your household, I am free to see your face. 
你牵着我的手，把我拉到你的身边，让我在大家面前坐上高高
的座位，直至我变得羞怯、丝毫不敢动弹、更不敢随意行动，我每走
一步都会顾虑重重，生怕踩到了大家冷漠的荆棘。
我终于自由了！
打击已经来临，凌辱的鼓已经敲响，我连同座凳摔倒在尘土之中。
我的道路却在我面前展开。
我的双翼充满对高天的渴望。
我要去加入子夜的流星，一头冲进深邃的阴暗。
我像一块浮云，被夏天的暴风骤雨所驱赶，抛下金色的王冠，
把雷霆系于闪电的链环，好像佩上一把利剑。
在绝望的快乐中，我跑在被鄙视者的尘埃飞扬的小道上，朝着
你最后的欢迎奔赴。
婴孩离开母体时，发现了母亲。
当我离开你，被撵出你的家门，我便自由自在地看到你的脸
膛。
11
IT decks me only to mock me, this jewelled chain of mine. It bruises me when on my neck, it strangles me when I struggle to tear it off. It grips my throat, it chokes my singing. Could I but offer it to your hand, my Lord, I would be saved. Take it from me, and in exchange bind me to you with a garland, for I am ashamed to stand before you with this jewelled chain on my neck. 
它装饰我只是为了对我嘲弄，我的这根珠宝项圈。
它戴在我的颈上，弄得皮肉疼痛，每当我挣扎着要把它扯下，
它却把我紧紧地勒住。
它卡住了我的喉咙，它闷死了我的歌唱。
我的主啊，假若我能够把它奉献到你的手上，我就会得救。
把它从我这儿拿走吧，换给我一束花环，把我系在你的身边，
因为佩戴这种宝石项圈站在你的面前，我深感无地自容。 
12
FAR below flowed the Jumna, swift and clear, above frowned the jutting bank. Hills dark with the woods and scarred with the torrents were gathered around. Govinda, the great Sikh teacher, sat on the rock reading scriptures, when Raghunath, his disciple, proud of his wealth, caine and bowed to him and said, "I have brought my poor present unworthy of your acceptance." Thus saying he displayed before the teacher a pair of gold bangles wrought with costly stones. The master took up one of them, twirling it round his finger, and the diamonds darted shafts of light. Suddenly it slipped from his hand and rolled down the bank into the water. "Alas," screamed Raghunath, and jumped into the stream. The teacher set his eyes upon his book, and the water held and hid what it stole and went its way. The daylight faded when Raghunath came back to the teacher tired and dripping. He panted and said, "I can still get it back if you show me where it fell." The teacher took up the remaining bangle and throwing it into the water said, "It is there." 
清澈的亚穆纳河在深深的下方湍急地飞奔，高高矗立的河堤
在上方皱眉蹙额。
周围聚集着密林溟蒙的群山，山洪在其间划出道道伤痕。锡克教大师戈文达坐在岩石上，读着经文，这时，以富贵自傲
著称的拉古纳特走了过来，向他鞠躬施礼，说：“我为您带来了一份
薄礼，不成敬意，恳请赏脸。”
说罢，他拿出一对镶着昂贵宝石的金手镯，递到大师面前。
大师拿起一只，套到手指上快速旋转，宝石放射出一道道闪
光。
突然间，这只手镯从他手中滑落，滚下堤岸，掉进水中。
“啊！”拉古纳特失声尖叫，跳进河水。
大师聚精会神地重念经文，河水藏住所获之物，又朝远处奔腾
而去。
暮色茫茫，浑身湿淋淋的拉古纳特回到大师身边，已是筋疲力
尽。
他气喘吁吁地说：“如果您告诉我手镯落在哪里，我还是能把
它找回来的。”
大师拿起所存的另一只手镯，挥手扔进水里，说：“就落在那
里。” 
13
To move is to meet you every moment, Fellow-traveller! It is to sing to the falling of your feet. He whom your breath touches does not glide by the shelter of the bank. He spreads a reckless sail to the wind and rides the turbulent water. He who throws his doors open and steps onward receives your greeting. He does not stay to count his gain or to mourn his loss; his heart beats the drum for his march, for that is to march with you every step, Fellow-traveller! 
采取行动是为了时刻与你邂逅。
我的旅伴！
是为了和着你落地的脚步歌唱。
被你呼吸触击的人，不会借助河岸的庇护而溜之大吉。
他会不顾一切地迎风扬帆，在汹涌澎湃的水面乘浪而行。
敞开门扉、迈开步伐的人，受到你的欢迎。
他不会停下来计较所得，或哀叹所失，他的心擂响了前进的鼓声，因为这是与你并步出征，
我的旅伴！ 
14 
MY portion of the best in this world will come from your hands: such was your promise. Therefore your light glistens in my tears. I fear to be led by others lest I miss you waiting in some road corner to be my guide. I walk my own wilful way till my very folly tempts you to my door. For I have your promise that my portion of the best in this world will come from your hands. 在这个世界上，我最好的命运将得自于你的手中，———这就是
你的诺言。
因此，你的光辉闪烁在我的泪花之中。
我害怕别人为我引路，唯恐错过了你，因为你等在路角，要做
我的向导。
我任性地走自己的路，直至我的愚行把你引到我的门口。
因为你曾向我许诺，在这个世界上，我最好的命运将得自于你
的手中。 
15
YOUR speech is simple, my Master, but not theirs who talk of you. I understand the voice of your stars and the silence of your trees. I know that my heart would open like a flower; that my life has filled itself at a hidden fountain. Your songs, like birds from the lonely land of snow, are winging to build their nests in my heart against the warmth of its April, and I am content to wait for the merry season. 我的主啊，你的语言简洁明了，可他们那些谈论你的语言却不
是这样。
我理解你群星的声音，我领悟你树木的安祥。
我知道我的心灵将会像鲜花一般绽放，我明白我的生命已在
潜泉得到了充实。
你的歌声如同冷寂雪原的鸟儿，正盼着在温暖的四月里飞到
我的心头筑巢安家，而我痴情地期待这一快乐的季节。
16
THEY knew the way and went to seek you along the narrow lane, but I wandered abroad into the night for I was ignorant. I was not schooled enough to be afraid of you in the dark, therefore I came upon your doorstep unaware. The wise rebuked me and bade me be gone, for I had not come by the lane. I turned away in doubt, but you held me fast, and their scolding became louder every day.
他们熟悉那条道路，沿着狭窄的小巷去寻找你，但我徘徊在外
面的黑夜里，因为我愚昧无知。
我没有受到足够的教育，因此在黑暗中没有产生对你的惧怕，所以我不知不觉地踏上了你的门阶。
圣贤对我叱责，要我离开，因为我不是顺小巷而来的。
我疑虑重重地掉头要走，可你紧紧地拉住我，于是他们的责骂
与日俱增。 
17
I BROUGHT out my earthen lamp from my house and cried, "Come, children, I will light your path!" The night was still dark when I returned, leaving the road to its silence, crying, "Light me, O Fire! for my earthen lamp lies broken in the dust!" 
18
No: it is not yours to open buds into blossoms. Shake the bud, strike it; it is beyond your power to make it blossom. Your touch soils it, you tear its petals to pieces and strew them in the dust. But no colours appear, and no perfume. Ah! it is not for you to open the bud into a blossom. He who can open the bud does it so simply. He gives it a glance, and the life-sap stirs through its veins. At his breath the flower spreads its wings and flutters in the wind. Colours flush out like heart-longings, the perfume betrays a sweet secret. He who can open the bud does it so simply. 
不，不是你的力量促使蓓蕾开放出鲜花。
你摇晃花蕾，敲打花蕾，可你无力使它开放。
你的触击玷污了它，你撕碎了花瓣，抛撒于尘埃。
但没有出现绚丽的色彩，也没有散发馥郁的芬芳。
啊！不是由你把蓓蕾绽放成鲜花。
能够绽放花苞的，做起来轻而易举。
他瞥上一眼，生命之液便颤动在叶脉之间。
他吹一口气，花朵便展开翅膀，在风中扑动。
色彩泛溢，像心灵的热望，芬芳泄露出一个甜美的秘密。
能够绽放花苞的，做起来轻而易举。 
19
SUD?S, the gardener, plucked from his tank the last lotus left by the ravage of winter and went to sell it to the king at the palace gate. There he met a traveller who said to him, "Ask your price for the last lotus, --I shall offer it to Lord Buddha." Sudas said, "If you pay one golden masha it will be yours. The traveller paid it. At that moment the king came out and he wished to buy the flower, for he was on his way to see Lord Buddha, and he thought, "It would be a fine thing to lay at his feet the lotus that bloomed in winter." When the gardener said he had been offered a golden masha the king offered him ten, but the traveller doubled the price. The gardener, being greedy, imagined a greater gain from him for whose sake they were bidding. He bowed and said, "I cannot sell this lotus." In the hushed shade of the mango grove beyond the city wall Sudas stood before Lord Buddha, on whose lips sat the silence of love and whose eyes beamed peace like the morning star of the dew-washed autumn. Sudas looked in his face and put the lotus at his feet and bowed his head to the dust. Buddha smiled and asked, "What is your wish, my son?" Sudas cried, "The least touch of your feet." 
经过酷冬的蹂躏，池中只剩下最后一朵莲花，花匠苏达斯精心
采摘它，来到皇宫门前向国王出售。
这时，他遇上的一个行人对他说：“请问这最后一朵莲花价格
多少？我想把它买下献给佛陀。”
苏达斯说：“如果你肯付一枚金币，就卖给你。”
于是行人付钱买下花。恰在这时，国王走了出来，很希望买下这朵莲花。因为他这是
出门朝拜佛陀，心想：“若是把这朵在寒冬开放的莲花摆在佛陀的
脚下，倒是一件美丽的事情。”
当花匠说他已经收下一枚金币时，国王说他愿出十枚，但行人
又愿出双倍的价钱。
花匠很贪婪，心想，既然他们为了佛陀如此哄抬物价，那么一
定能从他那儿得到更大的好处。于是他鞠躬说：“这朵莲花我不卖
了。”
在郊外芒果园的浓荫深处，苏达斯站在佛陀的面前。佛陀的
唇上弥漫着无声的爱，眼中放射出安静的光，正如洁净如洗的秋
空，挂着一颗启明。
苏达斯凝望着他的脸，把莲花放到他的脚边，将头磕到了地上
的尘埃。
佛陀笑容可掬地问道：“我的孩童，你的希望是什么？”
苏达斯叫道：“只想碰一下你的脚。” 
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MAKE me thy poet, O Night, veiled Night! There are some who have sat speechless for ages in thy shadow; let me utter their songs. Take me up on thy chariot without wheels, running noiselessly from world to world, thou queen in the palace of time, thou darkly beautiful! Many a questioning mind has stealthily entered thy courtyard and roamed through thy lampless house seeking for answers. From many a heart, pierced with the arrow of joy from the hands of the Unknown, have burst forth glad chants, shaking the darkness to its foundation. Those wakeful souls gaze in the starlight in wonder at the treasure they have suddenly found. Make me their poet, O Night, the poet of thy fathomless silence. 
啊，黑夜，让我做你的诗人吧，戴着面纱的黑夜！
有些人已经在你的阴影中默默无言地坐了好久好久，让我说
出他们的心声。
把我带上你的无轮的战车，无声无息地从一个世界驶向另一
个世界，你是时间宫殿里的皇后，你有着乌黑的美姿！
很多疑虑的心灵偷偷地进入你的庭院，在你没有灯光的屋中
漫游，寻求答案。
从很多被未知者手中的幸福之箭射穿的心中，爆发出快乐的赞歌，震撼着黑暗的根基。
那些不眠的灵魂凝视星光，想知道他们突然间发现的珍宝。
让我做他们的诗人吧，哦，黑夜，吟诵你的深不可测的静谧。 
21
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. 尽管岁月用懒散的尘埃扰乱我的道路，但我终有一天会在我
身上遇见“生命”，———隐藏在我生命中的快乐。
我已隐隐约约地认识了它，它的若隐若现的呼吸已经触击我
的身体，使我的思绪一时充满馨香。
终有一天，我会在我身外遇见隐在光屏背后的“快乐”。我将
站在漫溢的孤独中，那儿，一切事物都被造物主看在眼里。 
22
THIS autumn morning is tired with excess of light, and if your songs grow fitful and languid give me your flute awhile. I shall but play with it as the whim takes me,--now take it on my lap, now touch it with my lips, now keep it by my side on the grass. But in the solemn evening stillness I shall gather flowers, to deck it with wreaths, I shall fill it with fragrance; I shall worship it with the lighted lamp. Then at night I shall come to you and give you back your flute. You will play on it the music of midnight when the lonely crescent moon wanders among the stars. 
23
THE poet's mind floats and dances on the waves of life amidst the voices of wind and water. Now when the sun has set and the darkened sky draws upon the sea like drooping lashes upon a weary eye it is time to take away his pen, and let his thoughts sink into the bottom of the deep amid the eternal secret of that silence. 24 THE night is dark and your slumber is deep in the hush of my being. Wake, O Pain of Love, for I know not how to open the door, and I stand outside. The hours wait, the stars watch, the wind is still, the silence is heavy in my heart. Wake, Love, wake! brim my empty cup, and with a breath of song ruffle the night.
墨墨黑夜，你的睡眠深深地居于我静寂的存在中。
醒来吧，爱情的痛苦，我不知道怎样把门打开，只好立在门外。
时光在期待，星辰在观看，风儿已平息，我心中的静寂如此沉
重。
苏醒吧，爱情，苏醒吧！注满我的空杯，用轻轻的歌声触动平
静的黑夜。
25 THE bird of the morning sings. Whence has he word of the morning before the morning breaks, and when the dragon night still holds the sky in its cold black coils? Tell me, bird of the morning, how, through the twofold night of the sky and the leaves, he found his way into your dream, the messenger out of the east? The world did not believe you when you cried, "The sun is on his way, the night is no more." O sleeper, awake! Bare your forehead, waiting for the first blessing of light, and sing with the bird of the morning in glad faith.
清晨的鸟儿欢唱不息。
天还没有破晓，严厉的黑夜仍用寒冷、幽黑的手臂紧搂天空，
鸟儿从何弄来清晨的歌词？
告诉我，晨鸟，东方的使者怎样透过天空和树叶双重的黑夜，
发现了通往你梦中的道路？
当你叫嚷“太阳升起、黑夜消逝”之时，世界并不相信你说的
话。
啊，沉睡者，快快醒来吧！
露出你的前额，期待第一道阳光的赐福，带着幸福的虔诚，和
着晨鸟的欢唱。 
26 THE beggar in me lifted his lean hands to the starless sky and cried into night's ear with his hungry voice. His prayers were to the blind Darkness who lay like a fallen god in a desolate heaven of lost hopes. The cry of desire eddied round a chasm of despair, a wailing bird circling its empty nest. But when morning dropped anchor at the rim of the East, the beggar in me leapt and cried: "Blessed am I that the deaf night denied me--that its coffer was empty." He cried, "O Life, O Light, you are precious! and precious is the joy that at last has known you!"
26
我身上的乞丐举起瘦弱的双手，伸向没有星光的天空，用饥饿
的嗓音，对着黑夜的耳朵喊叫。
他是向盲眼的黑暗祈求，后者如同堕落的神躺在孤独的失去
希望的宫堂。
叫喊在失望的深渊回荡，悲号的鸟儿盘旋在空荡荡的巢穴。
然而，当凌晨在东方的边缘抛锚停泊时，我身上的乞丐便一跃
而起，大声叫喊：
“幸亏耳聋的黑夜拒绝了我———它早已囊中空空了。”
他叫嚷：“啊，生命，啊，时光，你们弥足珍贵！但难能可贵的还
有最终让我拥有与你们相识的快乐！”
27 SAN?TAN was telling his beads by the Ganges when a Brahmin in rags came to him and said, "Help me, I am poor!" "My alms-bowl is all that is my own," said Sanatan, "I have given away everything I had." "But my lord Shiva came to me in my dreams," said the Brahmin, "and counselled me to come to you." Sanatan suddenly remembered he had picked up a stone without price among the pebbles on the river-bank, and thinking that some one might need it hid it in the sands. He pointed out the spot to the Brahmin, who wondering dug up the stone. The Brahmin sat on the earth and mused alone till the sun went down behind the trees, and cowherds went home with their cattle. Then he rose and came slowly to Sanatan and said, "Master, give me the least fraction of the wealth that disdains all the wealth of the world." And he threw the precious stone into the water.
恒河边上，萨纳丹数着念珠祷告，这时，一个衣衫破烂的婆罗
门教徒走到他的身边，说：“帮帮我吧，我如此贫穷！”
“我的施舍之碗是我的全部财产。”萨纳丹说，“我已经施光我
所拥有的一切。”
“但我的主人湿婆托梦给我，”婆罗门教徒说，“建议我来找
你。”
萨纳丹突然回想起他曾拾到过一块无价的宝石，是在河岸的卵石中拾到的，他想，也许有人需要它，因此就把它埋藏在沙土中
了。
他把藏匿宝石的地点告诉了婆罗门教徒，他最终惊异地挖出
了宝石。
婆罗门教徒坐在地上，独自沉思，直到太阳从树梢落了下去，
牧童赶着羊群返回家园。
这时，他站起身来，慢悠悠地走到萨纳丹跟前，说：“大师，有一
种财富对世上的一切财富都不屑一顾，施给我哪怕片刻那样的财
富吧。”
说罢，他把珍贵的宝石扔进了水里。
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TIME after time I came to your gate with raised hands, asking for more and yet more. You gave and gave, now in slow measure, now in sudden excess. I took some, and some things I let drop; some lay heavy on my hands; some I made into playthings and broke them when tired; till the wrecks and the hoard of your gifts grew immense, hiding you, and the ceaseless expectation wore my heart out. Take, oh take--has now become my cry. Shatter all from this beggar's bowl: put out this lamp of the importunate watcher: hold my hands, raise me from the still-gathering heap of your gifts into the bare infinity of your uncrowded presence.
28
我一次又一次地来到你的门边，举起双手，乞求更多、更多。
你一遍又一遍地给予，有时分量很轻，有时慷慨大方。
我接过一些，又让一些掉落，有些沉甸甸地躺在我的手上，有
些被我变成玩物，每当腻了的时候，我便将它们损坏，直至残骸和
贮藏的赠品堆积如山，把你遮掩，没有满足的期望耗损了我的心
灵。
拿去吧，啊，拿去———这是我现在的呼喊。
砸碎这只乞讨碗里的一切：关熄这盏缠扰不休的观察者的灯
火，拉住我的双手，把我捡出你这堆仍在聚集的赠品，带入你毫不
拥挤的赤裸裸的无限之中。
29 YOU have set me among those who are defeated. I know it is not for me to win, nor to leave the game. I shall plunge into the pool although but to sink to the bottom. I shall play the game of my undoing. I shall stake all I have and when I lose my last penny I shall stake myself, and then I think I shall have won through my utter defeat. 你把我列入失败者之列。
我知道我赢不了，可也离不开比赛。
我将一头扎进池中，哪怕沉到池底。我要参与这场使我失败的比赛。
我将赌上我全部所有，当我输完最后一文，我就把我自己作为
赌注，然后我想，我将通过完全的失败而获胜。 
30 
A SMILE of mirth spread over the sky when you dressed my heart in rags and sent her forth into the road to beg. She went from door to door, and many a time when her bowl was nearly full she was robbed. At the end of the weary day she came to your palace gate holding up her pitiful bowl, and you came and took her hand and seated her beside you on your throne. 你把我的心灵穿上破烂不堪的衣裳，打发她去沿街乞讨，这
时，天空却发出欢笑。
她挨门挨户地乞讨，有好几次，当她的碗内快要盛满时，她又
被抢劫一空。
疲惫的一天快要尽头时，她手拿可怜的乞讨碗，来到你宫殿的
门口，你走上前去，牵起她的手，让她坐上宝座，坐到你的身边。
译者简介：
白开元，1945年出生于江苏常州。1964年高中毕业。1965年被派往达卡学习孟加拉语。1969年回国，在中国国际广播电台孟加拉语部工作至今。已出版《寂园心曲——泰戈尔诗歌三百首》、《泰戈尔哲理诗选》、《泰戈尔散文选》、《泰戈尔十四行诗选》、瓴船》、《泰戈尔传》、佧齐·纳兹鲁尔·伊斯拉姆诗歌选》等十余部译著现为中国作家协会会员、中国翻译协会理事会理事、中国印度文学研究会理事、中国国际广播电台孟加拉语部译审。　
吴笛，又名吴德艺，文学博士，浙江大学世界文学与比较文学研究所所长、教授、博士生导师，兼任浙
省比较文学与外国文学学会会长、浙江省作家协会外国文学委员会副主任、浙江省作家协会全委会委员、浙江省社科联理事、浙江省文学学会常务理事、浙江省翻译协会理事、全国外国文学教学研究会理事等职，并担任国家社会科学基金学科评审组专家、浙江省哲学社会科学评审组专家，系中国作家协会会员。1999年，曾入选“当代浙江作家50杰”，1993年至1994年获国家留学基金，为俄罗斯圣彼得堡大学访问学者，2001年至2002年获美国国务院富布莱特基金，为美国斯坦福大学研究学者。
主要研究方向：英美诗歌研究、俄罗斯诗歌研究、文学翻译研究。为本科生、硕士生、博士生开设“世界文学经典传播”、“中西诗歌比较研究”、“世界文学名著外文原著精读”、“现代欧美诗歌专题”等课程。