泰戈尔《飞鸟集》英文版326首全集(英音+美音)
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泰戈尔可谓多才多艺，他是诗人、哲学家、教育家、小说家、剧作家、散文家、作曲家及天才的画家。他的论文涉及文学、政治、文化、社会变迁、宗教信仰、哲学分析、国际关系及其他众多领域。他一生中创作了2500首歌，2000多幅画，《吉檀迦利》，《新月集》，《飞鸟集》等50多卷诗歌、40多种戏剧，100多篇短篇小说，《戈拉》等12部长篇小说，还有大量随笔、日记和通信，一共近200本书。
泰戈尔1861年5月7日出生于当时的孟加拉省的一个富裕家庭，1941年8月7日去世，享年80岁。印度独立后，选择了泰戈尔的一首歌——《人民的意志》作为国歌。1971年孟加拉独立时也选择了泰戈尔的一首歌——《我金色的孟加拉》作为国歌。泰戈尔可能是唯一曾为两个不同国家写过国歌的人。
阿马蒂亚·森在《泰戈尔与他的印度》一文中说，泰戈尔的个人生活中许多方面都是不幸的。他于1883年成婚，于1902年失去妻子，后再未续娶。他与本身兄长热爱文学的妻子卡丹巴丽保持着一种热烈的友谊和一种强烈的柏拉图式的依恋之情。他在婚前将一些诗歌题献给她，后来将几部书题献给她。在泰戈尔结婚后4个月，她自杀身亡，时年25岁。在人生迟暮之年，泰戈尔在游历阿根廷期间，结识了才貌双全的维多利亚·奥坎波，他们的关系似乎没有太超越扳谈的范畴。“当我们在一起时，我们主要玩弄文字游戏并竭力大笑，消磨了我们彼此看清对方的最佳时机。”
独立前后的印度像19世纪的俄国和德国一样，由于被外国统治多年，发现本身处于矛盾的地位：是模仿统治它的强大的文明，还是阻止西方的政治、经济和文化力量的包抄挤压？以赛亚·伯林说：“上世纪末的印度面临一个不无相似的问题，而泰戈尔从未如此清楚地显示他的智慧：他选择了困难的中间道路，既不漂向激进现代主义的锡拉岩礁，也不漂向妄自尊大的阴郁的传统主义的卡律布狄斯大漩涡??面对来自左翼和右翼、西化派和传统派的轻蔑和威胁，努力寻求真理，这在我看来是最难得的一种英雄品质。”这条中间道路，用泰戈尔在《民族主义》一书中的说法就是：“人类历史的目标既不是含糊不清的世界主义，也不是狂热的民族自我盲目崇拜??不去盲目仿效那些眼前成功的榜样，也不去盲从本身的谨慎的、抱有有限希望的过去。”泰戈尔对英国人在印度的统治予以有力的控诉，同时努力做到不诋毁英国或西方的人民与文化。他说，印度从围绕莎士比亚的戏剧和拜伦的诗歌的讨论，尤其是围绕19世纪英国政治中的自由主义的讨论而获益。
对泰戈尔来说，民族国家要组织起来掌握西方技术，不仅如此，还需要在受教育阶层与大众之间搭起桥梁。印度的未来取决于教育，学校应当让学生从学习中得到乐趣。主要出于厌倦，他本人很早就辍学了，并且从未为了获取一纸文凭而费心。他写了大量文章，论述应当怎样使学校对少男少女更具吸引力，从而更多地培养出人才——只要天气允许，所有的课程都在户外上，几乎不考试。他的演讲酬金，“每骂一场得700美元”，以及他的大部分诺贝尔文学奖奖金都用于帮助学校。
泰戈尔呼吁重振孟加拉语。“它无论如何都是他一部分同胞与生俱来的交流媒介，而不是一套借来的衣服，无论后者多气派、多舒适。”1940年，泰戈尔被牛津大学授予名誉博士学位时，对于一连串的拉丁语，泰戈尔报以一连串的梵语。这与泰戈尔对印度文化的自豪感是一致的。他对西方文明的欢迎态度由于这一自信而增强：他并不认为印度文化是脆弱的，需要加以庇护，以免遭到西方影响的侵害。
台湾作家李敖说：我藏书十万册，有些书不值得看，有些书已经过时，有些书写得还没我好。泰戈尔这本《飞乌集》，像壮丽的日出，诗中散发的哲思，有如醍醐灌顶，令人茅塞顿开。 诺贝尔文学奖得主海顿斯塔姆说：心灵的清澈，风格的优美和自然的激情，所有这一切都水乳交融，揭示出一种完整、深刻、罕见的精神美。1923年诺贝尔文学奖得主，诗人叶芝说：每天读一句泰戈尔的诗，可以让我忘却世上一切苦痛。
这是好书，适合任何年龄的人读，小伴侣听妈妈读，中学生本身读，成年人反复读。这里的英文并不生涩，优雅简练，而郑振铎的翻译，也是最好的。读诗歌，学语言，长思想，都在这里了！
１
夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
２
世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
３
世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。
它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
４
是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
５
无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
６
如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
７
跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟
瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
８
她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
９
有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。
我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
１０
忧思在我的心里安静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
１１
有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微（风思）的，正在我的心上奏着潺潺的乐声。
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
１２
“海水呀，你说的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
１３
静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
１４
创造的神秘，有如夜间的暗中－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不外如晨间之雾。
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night
--- it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
１５
不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
１６
我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
１７
这些微（风思），是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
１８
你看不见你本身，你所看见的只是你的影子。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
１９
神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。
让我只是静听着吧。
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.
２０
我不能选择那最好的。
是那最好的选择我。
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
２１
那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了本身前面。
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
２２
我的存在，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
２３
“我们萧萧的树叶都有声响回答那风和雨。你是谁呢，那样的沉默着？”
“我不外是一朵花。”
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?"
I am a mere flower.
２４
休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
２５
人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
２６
神希望我们酬答他，在于他送给我们的花朵，而不在于太阳和土地。
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth.
２７
光明如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶傍边游戏，它不知道人是会欺诈的。
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
２８
啊，美呀，在爱中找你本身吧，不要到你镜子的阿谀去找寻。
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
２９
我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上冲激着，以热泪在上边写着她的题记：
“我爱你。”
My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words,
"I love thee."
３０
“月儿呀，你在等候什么呢？”
“向我将让位给他的太阳致敬。”
Moon, for what do you wait?
To salute the sun for whom I must make way.
３１
绿树长到了我的窗前，仿佛是喑哑的大地发出的巴望的声音。
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
３２
神本身的清晨，在他本身看来也是别致的。
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
３３
生命从世界得到资产，爱情使它得到价值。
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
３４
枯竭的河床，并不感谢它的过去。
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
３５
鸟儿愿为一朵云。
云儿愿为一只鸟。
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
３６
瀑布歌唱道：“我得到自由时便有了歌声了。”
The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
３７
我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。
是为了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾记得的小小的需要。
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
３８
妇人，你在料理家务的时候，你的手足歌唱着，正如山间的溪水歌唱着在小石中流过。
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
３９
当太阳横过西方的海面时，对着东方留下他的最后的敬礼。
The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.
４０
不要因为你本身没有胃口而去责备你的食物。
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
４１
群树如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起脚来向天空窥望。
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven.
４２
你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this
I had been waiting long.
４３
水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的。
但是，人类却兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing.
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
４４
世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
４５
他把他的刀剑当作他的上帝。
当他的刀剑胜利的时候他本身却失败了。
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
４６
神从创造中找到他本身。
God finds himself by creating.
４７
暗影戴上她的面幕，奥秘地，温顺地，用她的沉默的爱的脚步，跟在“光”后边。
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.
４８
群星不怕显得象萤火那样。
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
４９
谢谢神，我不是一个权力的轮子，而是被压在这轮子下的活人之一。
I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it.
５０
心是尖锐的，不是宽博的，它执着在每一点上，却并不活动。
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
５１
你的偶像委散在尘土中了，这可证明神的尘土比你的偶像还伟大。
You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
５２
人不能在他的历史中表示出他本身，他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
５３
玻璃灯因为瓦灯叫它做表兄而责备瓦灯。但明月出来时，玻璃
灯却温和地微笑着，叫明月为－－－“我亲爱的，亲爱的姐姐。”
While the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it cousin the moon rises, and the glass lamp, with a bland smile, calls her,
---My dear, dear sister.
５４
我们如海鸥之与波澜相遇似地，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波澜滚滚地流
开，我们也别离了。
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.
The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
５５
我的白昼已经完了，我象一只泊在海滩上的小船，谛听着晚潮跳舞的
乐声。
My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.
５６
我们的生命是天赋的，我们惟有献出生命，才能得到生命。
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
５７
当我们是大为谦卑的时候，便是我们最接近伟大的时候。
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
５８
麻雀看见孔雀负担着它的翎尾，替它担忧。
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
５９
决不要害怕刹那－－永恒之声这样唱着。
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
６０
风于无路之中寻求最短之路，又突然地在“无何有之国”终之了它的追求。
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere.
６１
在我本身的杯中，饮了我的酒吧，伴侣。
一倒在别人的杯里，这酒的腾跳的泡沫便要消失了。
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
６２
“完全”为了对“不全”的爱，把本身装饰得斑斓。
The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
６３
神对人说：“我医治你所以伤害你，爱你所以惩罚你。”
God says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
６４
谢谢火焰给你光明，但是不要忘了那执灯的人，他是坚忍地站在暗中傍边呢。
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
６５
小草呀，你的足步虽小，但是你拥有你足下的土地。
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
６６
幼花的蓓蕾开放了，它叫道：“亲爱的世界呀，请不要萎谢了。”
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not fade."
６７
神对于那些大帝国会感到厌恶，却决不会厌恶那些小小的花朵。
God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.
６８
错误经不起失败，但是真理却不怕失败。
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
６９
瀑布歌唱道：“虽然渴者只要少许的水便够了，我却很快活地给与了我的全
部的水。
I give my whole water in joy, it is enough for the thirsty.
７０
把那些花朵抛掷上去的那一阵子无休无止的狂欢大喜的劲儿，其源泉是在哪
里呢？
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?
７１
樵夫的斧头，问树要斧柄。
树便给了他。
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
７２
这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
７３
贞操是从丰富的爱情中生出来的财富。
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
７４
雾，象爱情一样，在山峰的心上游戏，生出种种斑斓的变幻。
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out surprises of beauty.
７５
我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
７６
诗人－－飙风，正出经海洋森林，追求它本身的歌声。
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
７７
每一个孩子出生时都带来信息说：神对人并未悲不雅观失望。
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
７８
绿草求她地上的伴侣。
树木求他天空的寂寞。
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
７９
人对他本身建筑起堤防来。
Man barricades against himself.
８０
我的伴侣，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，象那海水的低吟声绕缭
在静听着的松林之间。
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
８１
这个不成见的暗中之火焰，以繁星为其火花的，到底是什么呢？
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
８２
使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
８３
那想做好人的，在门外敲着门；那爱人的看见门敞开着。
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
８４
在死的时候，众多和而为一；在生的时候，一化为众多。
神死了的时候，宗教便将合而为一。
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
８５
艺术家是自然的情人，所以他是自然的奴隶，也是自然的主人。
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.
８６
“你离我有多远呢，果实呀？”
“我藏在你心里呢，花呀。”
How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
８７
这个巴望是为了阿谁在黑夜里感觉得到，在大白日里却看不见的人。
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
８８
露珠对湖水说道；“你是在荷叶下面的大露珠，我是在荷叶上面的较小的露
珠。”
You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake.
８９
刀鞘庇护刀的锋利，它本身则满足于它的迟钝。
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
９０
在暗中中，“一”视如一体；在光亮中，“一”便视如众多。
在静听着的松林之间。
In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold.
９１
大地借助于绿草，显出她本身的殷勤好客。
The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.
９２
绿叶的生与死乃是旋风的急骤的旋转，它的更广大的旋转的圈子乃是在天上
繁星之间徐缓的转动。
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy
whose wider circles move slowly among stars.
９３
权势对世界说道：“你是我的。”
世界便把权势囚禁在她的宝座下面。
爱情对世界说道：“我是你的。”
世界便给予爱情以在它屋内来往的自由。
Power said to the world, "You are mine."
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, "I am thine."
The world gave it the freedom of her house.
９４
浓雾仿佛是大地的愿望。
它藏起了太阳，而太阳原是她所呼求的。
The mist is like the earth's desire.
It hides the sun for whom she cries.
９５
安静些吧，我的心，这些大树都是祈祷者呀。
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.
９６
瞬刻的喧声，讥笑着永恒的音乐。
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
９７
我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多别的时代，以及这些时代之被遗
忘，我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.
９８
我灵魂里的忧郁就是她的新婚的面纱。
这面纱等候着在夜间卸去。
The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.
９９
死之印记给生的钱币以价值，使它能够用生命来购买那真正的宝物。
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
１００
白云谦逊地站在天之一隅。
晨光给它戴上霞彩。
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning crowned it with splendour.
