福杯满溢
为自己留住生活中不经意落下的一根精致的羽毛，一两片留着余香的花瓣。
读泰戈尔《飞鸟集》前10首
读 Stray Birds By Rabindranath Tagore， 1-10，有种莫名地感动。不是翻译，也不敢，只记下自己的理解和品出的味道。
1
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 sigh.
2
O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
3
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
4
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
5
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
6
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
7
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
8
Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
9
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
10
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
翻译她是最难的一件事，谢了。
"为逝去的太阳流泪……""一叶青草……"可称专业了。对我而言难的是他诗里那种宗教的含意。