《飞鸟集》摘抄+点评

您的阳光对着我的心头的冬天微笑， 从来不怀疑它的春天的花朵。 －－－泰戈尔《飞鸟集》 鸟儿愿为一朵云。 云儿愿为一只鸟。 －－－泰戈尔《飞鸟集》 我的昼间之花，落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。 在黄昏中，这花成熟为一颗记忆的金果。 －－－泰戈尔《飞鸟集》 小花问道：“我要怎样地对你唱，怎样地崇拜你呢？太阳呀？” 太阳答道：“只要用你的纯洁的素朴的沉默。” －－－泰戈尔《飞鸟集》 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。 －－－泰戈尔《飞鸟集》 完全为了对“不全”的爱，把自己装饰得美丽。 －－－泰戈尔《飞鸟集》 夏天离群漂泊的飞鸟， 飞到我的窗前鸣啭歌唱， 一会又飞走了。 而秋天的黄叶无歌可唱， 飘飘零零， 叹息一声， 又落在窗前了。 ———泰戈尔《飞鸟集》 使生如夏花之绚烂,死如秋叶之静美. －－－泰戈尔《飞鸟集》 《飞鸟集》 泰戈尔 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 sigh. 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。 A 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 her 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 bladeof 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 忧思在我的心里平静下去，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，如懒懒的微飔的，正在我的心上奏着 潺湲的乐声。 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，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间 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 这些微飔，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 你看不见你自己，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自己前面。 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？” “我不过是一朵花。” 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，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，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，在爱中找你自己吧，不要到你镜子的谄谀去找寻。 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渴望的声音。 The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32 神自己的清晨，在他自己看来也是新奇的。 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 不要因为你自己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 a tiptoe 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 他把他的刀剑当着他的上帝。 当他的刀剑胜利的时候他自己却失败了。 He has made his weapons his gods. When his weapons win he is defeated himself. 46 神从创造中找到他自己。 God finds himself by creating. 47 阴影戴上她的面幕，秘密地，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 群星不怕显得向萤火那样。 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。 Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal. Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light. Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt. Around the sunny island of life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea. The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis nisplaced is the unreal. The false can never grow into truth by growing in power. I do not ask thee into the house. Come into my infinite loneliness, my lover. Death belongs to life as birth does. the walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down. I came to your shore as a stranger, I live in your house as a guest, I leabe our door as a friend, my earth. We live in this world when we love it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. I have seen thee as the half-awakend child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again. I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible. While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise. Love is life in its fullness like the cup with its wine. Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs. Love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea; and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves. Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, "I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man." Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but give colour to my sunset sky. Truth raises aginst itself the storm that scaters its seeds broadcast. The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace. Truth seems to come with it final word, and the final word gives birth to its next. Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth. Sweetness of thy name fills my hert when I forget mine-like thy morning sun when the mist is melted. The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed. God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom. Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my love will help it. Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.
《飞鸟集》赏析
《飞鸟集》的译者郑振铎在译完泰戈尔的这部散文诗集后，曾深情地称它“包涵着深邃的大道理”，并形象地指出，泰戈尔的这部散文诗集“像山坡草地上的一丛丛的野花，在早晨的太阳光下，纷纷地伸出头来。随你喜爱什么吧，那颜色和香味是多种多样的。” 谈泰戈尔的作品，人们总能感受到一种振奋人心和进取奋斗的精神鼓舞。他的诗所包含的思想内容是多方面的，但是，其中包涵的精深博大的人生哲理启示，则是他的诗的主要特征。在他的诗歌创作中，他以—颗赤子之心，讴歌的是对人民的真挚的爱，抒发出对整个大自然、整个人类，以及整个宇宙间的美好事物的赞颂。他的诗像珍珠一般闪耀着深邃的哲理光芒，不仅唤起对大自然、对人类，对世界上一切美好事物的爱心，而且也启示着人们如何执著于现实人生的理想追求，让整个人生充满欢乐与光明。 《飞鸟集》创作于1913年。这部思绪点点的散文诗集，乍眼看来，其内容似乎包罗万象，涉及的面也比较广，然而，就是在这种对自然、对人生的点点思绪的抒发之中，诗人以抒情的彩笔，写下了他对自然、宇宙和人生的哲理思索，从而给人们以多方面的人生启示。 自从来到这个世界，从诞生之日起，每个人就都开始了他(她)漫长而又短暂的人生旅途。在人生的道路上，不免会碰到许多事先意想不到的困难，甚至会有难以想象的艰难险阻，那么，如何去对待它呢？是感叹命运，还是不断进取？这显然是摆在每一个人面前的人生课题。读泰戈尔的诗，显然会使你去选择后者，因为泰戈尔给你的人生启示是，不要因为错过了太阳而去流泪，错过了今天的太阳，只要你能正视黑夜，并执著于黑夜的追求，那么，闪烁在夜空中的群星，仍然会给你报答的，它会给你力量，给你信心，去勇敢地迎接或追逐明天的太阳。如果你只是感叹自己的命运而流泪，那么，你不仅得不到群星的启示，也会失去明天以至更久远的太阳。 这就是泰戈尔诗歌的魅力，它告诉了你如何去做生活的强者，去对待人生中所遇到的种种困难。不是这样吗？你看，在对待爱情问题上，泰戈尔不也是这样告诫你吗? “不要因为峭壁是高的，而让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。”对待爱情，必须是忠贞的，只有双方用爱来交换，才会获得真正的爱情。如果玩弄爱情，人为地去制造种种的爱情悬念，那势必是让爱情悬在峭壁之上，随时都有粉身碎骨的可能。泰戈尔认为，美丽的爱情是会给人生增添光辉的。因此，从人生的意义上来追求美好的爱情，不就能使每个人的人生更富有乐趣么？相反，把追求爱情当作是享受，玩弄人生，那就必然是像峭壁上追逐爱情一样，后果是不堪设想的。 泰戈尔不仅是这样告诫人们如何对待人生，而且也通过对一些无名小卒、无名花朵的礼赞，来倡导一种为创造美好生活而默默献身的人生精神。像那无名的花朵，比起萧萧的树叶来，它没有那暴风雨般的声响，而是以它质朴、华丽的沉默，显示出内在的美，装点着大千世界，给人们带来芬芳。人们不会因为那富丽堂皇的牡丹和绚丽多彩的菊花，而去卑视无名的小花。小花自有小花的性格，小花自有小花的芬芳，她纯洁、简朴、沉静，不就是那默默地为人生而献身的精神体现么?又像那绿叶，尽管它没有果实事业的尊贵，没有花的事业的美丽，可是，它的价值不就体现在为果实、为花朵的陪衬和制造绿荫么？这种叶事业，是一种献身的事业，人们不会轻视这种事业的，因为没有叶的事业，也没有果实的事业，没有花朵的事业。泰戈尔深深感到，这种默默献身的精神是无愧于人生的，正如“绿草是无愧于它所生长的伟大世界的”那样，它的内在价值永远显示出人生的光辉。 有了这种人生的献身精神和进取奋斗精神，整个人生不仅显示出它的价值和意义，而且也充分地显示出世界的主宰――人的本质力量和人格的力量，从而使人们增强生活的信念和对生活的热爱之情。泰戈尔说：“群星不怕显得像萤火虫那样”，这就说明了人的本质力量的永恒性。正直、高尚、纯洁的人，可能会一时被他人误解，但是不会永远被误解，正如中国的民间谚语所说：“金子到哪里都是闪光的。”是的，崇高的人格永远显示出它崇高的本色。这就是泰戈尔人生哲学的重要特征之一。尽管“曾经受过苦，曾经失望过，曾经体会过‘死亡’”，人们也仍然会以生活在这个世界里为乐，因为生活唤起了人们对人生的热爱。 泰戈尔无疑是一位哲人，他给人的哲理启示是具有多方面的人生涵义的。郑振铎曾说：“泰戈尔的歌声虽有时沉寂，但是只要有人类在世上，他的微妙幽宛之诗，仍将永远是由人的心中唱出来的。”是的，泰戈尔的诗，是从他心底里流出来的，是他对人生深层领略的真诚感受，正如一位印度人所说：“他是我们中的第一人：不拒绝生命，而能说出生命之本身的，这就是我们所以爱他的原因了。”