飞鸟集|泰戈尔|中英文双语|Stray Birds|Tagore|Bilingu

The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.眼不以能视来骄人，却以它们的眼镜来骄人。

Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.我的心呀，从世界的流动中，找你的美吧，正如那小船得到风与水的优美似的。

The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.“真实”的含义被误解、轻重被倒置，那就成了“不真实”。

Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?花瓣似的山峰在饮着日光，这山岂不像一朵花吗？

Around the sunny island of life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea.死像大海的无限的歌声，日夜冲击着生命的光明岛的四周。

The night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its Milky Way.夜的沉默，如一个深深的灯盏，银河便是它燃着的灯光。

Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.不要让刀锋讥笑它柄子的拙钝。

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.黑云受光的接吻时便变成天上的花朵。

Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.当人是兽时，他比兽还坏。

“How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?” asked the little flower. “By the simple silence of thy purity, ” answered the sun.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：“只要用你的纯洁的简朴的沉默。”

“Are you too proud to kiss me?” the morning light asks the buttercup.晨光问毛茛道：“你是骄傲得不肯和我接吻么？”

The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.鸟的歌声是曙光从大地反响过去的回声。

My heart is homesick today for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.今天我的心是在想家了，在想着那跨过时间之海的那一个甜蜜的时候。

The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.真理之川从他的错误之沟渠中流过。

Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's loneliness. I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.您曾经带领着我，穿过我的白天的拥挤不堪的旅行，而到达了我的  黄昏的孤寂之境。在通宵的寂静里，我等待着它的意义。

The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp—the grey twilight of sound.我的心在朦胧的沉默里，似乎充满了蟋蟀的鸣声——那灰色的微明的歌声。

The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, “Keep me in your heart for ever.” The jasmine sighed,“Alas, ”and dropped to the ground.雨点向茉莉花微语道：“把我永久地留在你的心里吧。”茉莉花叹息了一声，落在地上了。

Smoke boasts to the sky, and ashes to the earth, that they are brothers to the fire.青烟对天空夸口，灰烬对大地夸口，都以为它们是火的兄弟。

Do not say, “It is morning, ” and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.不要说“这是早晨了，”就用一个“昨天”的名词把它打发掉。把它当作第一次看到的还没有名字的新生孩子吧。

The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.月儿把她的光明遍照在天上，却留着她的黑斑给她自己。

Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.踢足只能从地上扬起灰尘而不能得到收获。

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.生命的运动在它自己的音乐里得到它的休息。

The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.我们地方的荷花又在这里陌生的水上开了花，放出同样的清香，只是名字换了。

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.鸟翼上系上了黄金，这鸟便永不能再在天上翱翔了。

Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.那些有一切东西而没有您的人，我的上帝，在讥笑着那些没有别的东西而只有您的人呢。

Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.生命因为失去了爱情，而更为富足。...

In heart's perspective the distance looms large.在心的远景里，那相隔的距离显得更广阔了。

The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.死之流泉，使生的止水跳跃。

Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.让睁眼看着玫瑰花的人也看看它的刺。

Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.我们的名字，便是夜里海波上发出的光，痕迹也不留地就泯灭了。

Make me thy cup and let my fullness be for thee and for thine.把我当作你的杯吧，让我为了你，而且为了你的人而盛满了水吧。

The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.白日以这小小地球的喧扰，淹没了整个宇宙的沉默。

“I cannot keep your waves, ” says the bank to the river.“Let me keep your footprints in my heart.”河岸向河流说道：“我不能留住你的波浪。”“让我保存你的足印在我心里吧。”

The wasp thinks that the honey-hive of the neighboring bees is too small. His neighbors ask him to build one still smaller.黄蜂以邻蜂储蜜之巢为太小。它的邻人要它去建筑一个更小的。

The burning log bursts in flame and cries, “This is my flower, my death.”燃烧着的木块，熊熊地生出火光，叫道，——“这是我的花朵，我的死亡。”

“I have lost my dewdrop, ” cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.花朵向失落了它所有的星辰的曙天叫道：“我的露点全失落了。”

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.接触着，你许会杀害；远离着，你许会占有。

“My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss, ” said the sunset cloud to the sun.夕照中的云彩向太阳说道：“我的心经了你的接吻，便似金的宝箱了。”

The world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.这世界乃是为美之音乐所驯服了的、狂风骤雨的世界。

God loves man's lamp-lights better than his own great stars.上帝爱人间的灯光甚于他自己的大星。

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.全是理智的心，恰如一柄全是锋刃的刀。叫使用它的人手上流血。

Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.妇人，在你的笑声里有着生命之泉的音乐。

The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth—“Your freedom is mine.”弓在箭要射出之前，低声对箭说道，——“你的自由是我的。”

The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.小狗疑心大宇宙阴谋篡夺它的位置。

Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.黑暗向光明旅行，但是盲者却向死亡旅行。

Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.脚趾乃是舍弃了其过去的手指。

They hated and killed and men praised them. But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.他们嫉妒，他们残杀，人反而称赞他们。然而上帝却害了羞，匆匆地把他的记忆埋藏在绿草下面。

I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fullness in the field of ripened rice.我是秋云，空空的不载着雨水，但在成熟的稻田中，看见了我的充实。

The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.黄昏的天空，在我看来，像一扇窗户，一盏灯火，灯火背后的一次等待。

The sunshine greets me with a smile. The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.太阳以微笑向我问候。雨，它的忧闷的妹妹，向我的心谈话。