按：印度大文豪泰戈尔的Stary Birds （传统译为飞鸟集），我做了复译，书名改为《迷途之鸟》，不日即将出版，因此已无法修改。近日突发灵感，又做了补译，增加了韵体版本，即文中的【韵译】。昨天有朋友想看，我便把刚刚完成的70首发给了他。刚才又想，何不发在文学城？我知道，征文活动已经是最后一天，无论发什么稿件，获奖机会几乎等于零。我已经发了好几篇，这篇也许是最后一篇了。我对获奖不抱任何希望，我的态度一直是重在参与，因此决定把这部分新译稿发在这里，是名符其实的刚刚出炉，还冒热气呢。哈哈。我现在发表在这里，对我这部新书稿会有特殊意义，即，将来出版时，我会在序言里写上最初发表在《文学城》上，留下永恒的纪念。我的译稿从书名到具体内容，有不少都是和传统依法不同的，故而曾被专家说是“和名人叫板”，这个名人就是郑振铎。我在序言里已经做了申辩和反驳。也因此烦请读者谅解。最后当然是衷心地希望获城里朋友的慷慨赐教，拜谢啦！
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.
O birds, why are you so muddled? You’ve missed the season for spring has ended, nearly flowerless. Yet sprays are not where you should stay. You should spread your wings and fly into the sky.
O leaves, you are unknown to fame; you generously contribute what you have. Your meritorious deeds surmount spring, summer, autumn and winter! It is unnecessary for you to give a sigh. Even you are quietly crushed into dust, your great contributions are still unique throughout the world, for which you should not regret.
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
potatoes are absolutely unusual. They, so long as millions unite as one, would become most powerful.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
Tearing off mask could only uncover true face. But sometimes true face unnecessarily reflects true heart. There exist either those who look kind but vicious in the heart or those who are kind in the heart but look ugly.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
Fresh flowers with dew are more beautiful; smiling faces with tears are more touching.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass which shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
Do not say no lightly whenever love comes. Treat it cautiously, maybe you could love him.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
Missing with tears is to be sincere. Sincerely missing is bitter but also sweet.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
It is easy to sing a song for others but difficult to provide help to others. Advancing hand in hand with the weak is much more difficult.
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Night rain is like a song. It makes people excited.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
Dream and reality are sometimes an unhappy couple but at other times a loving couple sharing the same feelings.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
If sorrow is not hushed into peace in the heart, it will go mad in the heart. If only the dregs of sorrow won’t come to the surface. Thus, we could enjoy the morning light in all its brightness and charm.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
The voice of heart is uncertain. With love, it would become beautiful music; without love, it would become noise.
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
The day for the sea to becomes quiet is the time for the world to meet its doom.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
As for the voice of love revealing, the lighter it is, the more honest and sincere it usually is.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
创造的神秘犹如夜之幽暗 – 气势雄浑。
The darkness is pregnant with the light and the darkness also swallows the light. The day is the hope of the night and the night is the termination of the day. The day is born in the night and the day also dies out in the night.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
The value of love lies in faithfulness and unyieldingness instead of high position.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
We are also passers-by in hast before the window of the world.
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
Little thoughts are like flower breath making us intoxicated. Little thoughts are like morning dews making us encouraged.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
The image in mirror is clear and pleasant but it is visionary; the image in mirror is beautiful and amazing but it is reversed.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.
Only listening with great attention can make you hear something clearly; only listening with great attention can make you hear something true.
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
I cannot discard the worst. The worst discards me.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
So long as there is a lamp in the heart, it would be bight in the dream.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
Body, whether it is strong or weak, won’t be everlasting; soul, whether it is beautiful or ugly, won’t be able to exist for ever. Only the beauty coming to the pinnacle and the ugliness reaching the climax can exist in the hearts of the people forever.
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?"
I am a mere flower.
Leaves, they are always cock-a-hoop so long as there is a breath of air, but they can only give out empty sound; flowers, they are always quiet, but they send forth charming fragrance all the time.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
The eyelids belong to the eyes as the lips to the teeth. When the eyelids are broken, the eyes will be wounded, like when the lips are gone, the teeth will be exposed to the cold. These two cases are as like as two peas.
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
Children and fools speak the truth. One should always retain childlike innocence. These two points are where the children’s power lies.
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth.
So long as we have a sense of being grateful for kindness, we would find countless good things in the world for us to enjoy.
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
Cheating childlike innocence cannot be tolerated.
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
Beauty, it gets to be purified in love; beauty, it gets to be untrue in flattery.
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."
The love mixed with tears is the sweetest and most beautiful one.
Moon, for what do you wait?
To salute the sun for whom I must make way.
I stand in front of the window and look up at the bright moon. We have a tacit understanding: the moon knows I want to fly up into the sky and I know the moon wants to come down onto the ground.
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
Wordless longing is more ardent.
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
The sense of curiosity is the enterprising spirit. Having both, one would get unlimited energy.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
Materials are really precious but love is more valuable. If only for the sake of love, all materials could be abandoned.
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
Recalling the past is no better than keeping the future in view.
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
Bird is bird. Cloud is cloud. Vainly hoping to change position is only romantically fancying. Romantic fancy is no better than simple reality. Simple reality is most precious. It is of greatest importance to be a nice self.
The waterfall sings, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
Freedom is the key to open all cages.
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
Nothing is more dangerous than heart failure. Nothing is more sorrowful than heart death. If heart failure has come into being, death is not far off.
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
Big or small, so long as you have something to so, it is your blessedness.
The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.
History provides future with two wings.
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
Hands being clumsy, you should not complain of the sleeves. Unable to cross the river, you should not grumble at the river’s being too wide.
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
There is a longing, there is a hope. The stronger the longing is, the greater the possibility is to get the hope realized.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
The signs of sharing same feelings exist in a sweet smile; the signs of having a tacit understanding exit in wordless silence.
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.
Man is the soul of
the universe. Nothing in the world is too difficult to learn so long as we set our mind on it.
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
The world, o, please be slower to make the music of happiness.
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
Man is usually defeated and ruined by himself.
God finds himself by creating.
Life with creating is a vase sea yet, without, a pond of dead water.
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.
With back towards the sun, shadow is before your eyes; facing the sun, bright is before your eyes.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
Fireflies are short-lived even if they should be brighter; stars are everlasting even if they should be darker.
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.
Without properly using one’s power wheels, he would make them crush not only others but also himself.
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
With sea-like mind and thunder-like thoughts, how could he be afraid of persistence and worried about flexibility?
You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
The power of idols is unlimited.
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
Revealing is the means and rising is the end.
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.
The lamp is like the bright moon and the bright moon is like the lamp. The eyes are like the bight moon and the mind is like the bright lamp. All these, the lamp, the moon, the mind, the eyes, have a lose bearing on one another.
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.
Meeting and parting; separating and merging. Nothing in the world would be able to escape this principle.
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.
The tide is rising up and falling down. Only in this case, can heroes show their nature.
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
No cease to the life and no cease to the struggle. Only struggle can make life valuable.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
Humbleness is no wretchedness. Greatness is nothing too high to scale.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
Behave oneself by tucking one's tail between one's legs. Be a bird with its tail rising up. A tail is not a burden but a source of the motive force to take up.
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
决不因光阴转瞬即逝而诚惶诚恐 – 永恒之声就是这样在歌唱。
Eternity is the continuity of instantaneousness. No instantaneousness, no eternity. Grasp instantaneousness and eternity would fall into your bag.
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere.
There is a way for him and there must be a way for you. His way is yours. So long as there is something to pursue, there is a way. If nothing to pursue, how can you talk about ways?
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
Self-confidence is fine wine. Only oneself knows its taste.
The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
Overcoming weak points makes a person perfect; glossing over weak points makes a person ugly.
God says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
Bitter medicines can treat illness; sharp knives can cut sores. Beating is to dote; cursing is to love. Could it be said that this is also the principle followed by gods?
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lamp holder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
It is bright before the lamp; it is dark under the lamp.
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
A big tree stands at the steep cliff with only a tiny place to support itself, but it is a big tree after all. A tiny grass stands on the vast earth with thousands upon thousands acres of land to support itself, yet it is a tiny grass after all.
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not fade."
Are you worried that the world will disappear? You are just like the man of Qi who was worried that the sky might fall anytime. The world will never disappear because it eternal.
God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.
Greatness has its weak points warranting people detesting it. Smallness has its strong points warranting people loving it.
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
Truth enjoys its eternal life within raging flames of mistakes and defeats.
I give my whole water in joy, sings the waterfall, though little of it is enough for the thirsty.
Be at a commanding position, waterfall has an unfailing supply of water.
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?
Sprays are the tears of the fountain. It is sorrow or happiness, only fountain knows.
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree. The tree gave it.
As for begging, a man is sometimes bold and self-confident but at other times is so humble as to humiliate himself. Yet as for relying on oneself, a man is always of perfect assurance.
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
You feel that all others are sighing because you have a lonely heart. You take others as base-minded persons, you are a base-minded person; you take others as noble-minded persons, you are a noble-minded person.