泰戈尔-新月集(中英对照)

家 庭 我独自在横跨过田地的路上走着，夕阳像一个守财奴似的，正藏起它的最后的金子。 白昼更加深沉地投入黑暗之中，那已经收割了的孤寂的田地，默默地躺在那里。 天空里突然升起了一个男孩子的尖锐的歌声。他穿过看不见的黑暗，留下他的歌声 的辙痕跨过黄昏的静谧。 他的乡村的家坐落在荒凉的边上，在甘蔗田的后面，躲藏在香蕉树，瘦长的槟榔树， 椰子树和深绿色的贾克果树的阴影里。 我在星光下独自走着的路上停留了一会，我看见黑沉沉的大地展开在我的面前，用 她的手臂拥抱着无量数的家庭，在那些家庭里有着摇篮和床铺，母亲们的心和夜晚的灯， 还有年轻轻的生命，他们满心欢乐，却浑然不知这样的欢乐对于世界的价值。 THE HOME I PACED alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent. Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening. His village home lay there at the end of the waste land, beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca palm, the cocoa-nut and the dark green jack-fruit trees. I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world. 孩童之道 只要孩子愿意，他此刻便可飞上天去。 他所以不离开我们，并不是没有缘故。 他爱把他的头倚在妈妈的胸间，他即使是一刻不见她，也是不行的。 孩子知道各式各样的聪明话，虽然世间的人很少懂得这些话的意义。 他所以永不想说，并不是没有缘故。 他所要做的一件事，就是要学习从妈妈的嘴唇里说出来的话。那就是他所以看来这 样天真的缘故。 孩子有成堆的黄金与珠子，但他到这个世界上来，却像一个乞丐。 他所以这样假装了来，并不是没有缘故。 这个可爱的小小的裸着身体的乞丐，所以假装着完全无助的样子，便是想要乞求妈 妈的爱的财富。 孩子在纤小的新月的世界里，是一切束缚都没有的。 他所以放弃了他的自由，并不是没有缘故。 他知道有无穷的快乐藏在妈妈的心的小小一隅里，被妈妈亲爱的手臂所拥抱，其甜 美远胜过自由。 孩子永不知道如何哭泣。他所住的是完全的乐土。 他所以要流泪，并不是没有缘故。 虽然他用了可爱的脸儿上的微笑，引逗得他妈妈的热切的心向着他，然而他的因为 细故而发的小小的哭声，却编成了怜与爱的双重约束的带子。 ON THE SEASHORE ON the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances. They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds. They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets. The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children. 不被注意的花饰 啊，谁给那件小外衫染上颜色的，我的孩子，谁使你的温软的肢体穿上那件红的小 外衫的？ 你在早晨就跑出来到天井里玩儿，你，跑着就像摇摇欲跌似的。 但是谁给那件小外衫染上颜色的，我的孩子？ 什么事叫你大笑起来的，我的小小的命芽儿？ 妈妈站在门边，微笑地望着你。 她拍着她的双手，她的手镯丁当地响着，你手里拿着你的竹竿儿在跳舞，活像一个 小小的牧童。 但是什么事叫你大笑起来的，我的小小的命芽儿？ 喔，乞丐，你双手攀搂住妈妈的头颈，要乞讨些什么？ 喔，贪得无厌的心，要我把整个世界从天上摘下来，像摘一个果子似的，把它放在 你的一双小小的玫瑰色的手掌上么？ 喔，乞丐，你要乞讨些什么？ 风高兴地带走了你踝铃的丁当。 太阳微笑着，望着你的打扮。 当你睡在你妈妈的臂弯里时，天空在上面望着你，而早晨蹑手蹑脚地走到你的床跟 前，吻着你的双眼。 风高兴地带走了你踝铃的丁当。 仙乡里的梦婆飞过朦胧的天空，向你飞来。 在你妈妈的心头上，那世界母亲，正和你坐在一块儿。 他，向星星奏乐的人，正拿着他的横笛，站在你的窗边。 仙乡里的梦婆飞过朦胧的天空，向你飞来。 THE UNHEEDED PAGEANT AH, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic? You have come out in the morning to play in the courtyard, tottering and tumbling as you run. But who was it coloured that little frock, my child? What is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud? Mother smiles at you standing on the threshold. She claps her hands and her bracelets jingle, and you dance with your bamboo stick in your hand like a tiny little shepherd. But what is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud? O beggar, what do you beg for, clinging to your mother's neck with both your hands? O greedy heart, shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky to place it on your little rosy palm? O beggar, what are you begging for? The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells. The sun smiles and watches your toilet. The sky watches over you when you sleep in your mother's arms, and the morning comes tiptoe to your bed and kisses your eyes. The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells. The fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying through the twilight sky. The world-mother keeps her seat by you in your mother's heart. He who plays his music to the stars is standing at your window with his flute. And the fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying through the twilight sky. 偷睡眠者 谁从孩子的眼里把睡眠偷了去呢？我一定要知道。 妈妈把她的水罐挟在腰间，走到近村汲水去了。 这是正午的时候，孩子们游戏的时间已经过去了；池中的鸭子沉默无声。 牧童躺在榕树的荫下睡着了。 白鹤庄重而安静地立在檬果树边的泥泽里。 就在这个时候，偷睡眠者跑来从孩子的两眼里捉住睡眠，便飞去了。 当妈妈回来时，她看见孩子四肢着地地在屋里爬着。 谁从孩子的眼里把睡眠偷了去呢？我一定要知道。我一定要找到她，把她锁起来。 我一定要向那个黑洞里张望，在这个洞里，有一道小泉从圆的有皱纹的石上滴下来。 我一定要到醉花①林中的沉寂的树影里搜寻，在这林中，鸽子在它们住的地方咕咕 地叫着，仙女的脚环在繁星满天的静夜里丁当地响着。 我要在黄昏时，向静静的萧萧的竹林里窥望，在这林中，萤火虫闪闪地耗费它们的 光明，只要遇见一个人，我便要问他：“谁能告诉我偷睡眠者住在什么地方？” 谁从孩子的眼里把睡眠偷了去呢？我一定要知道。 只要我能捉住她，怕不会给她一顿好教训！ 我要闯入她的巢穴，看她把所有偷来的睡眠藏在什么地方。 我要把它都夺来，带回家去。 我要把她的双翼缚得紧紧的，把她放在河边，然后叫她拿一根芦苇在灯心草和睡莲 间钓鱼为戏。 黄昏，街上已经收了市，村里的孩子们都坐在妈妈的膝上时，夜鸟便会讥笑地在她 耳边说： “你现在还想偷谁的睡眠呢？” 醉花（bakula），学名 MimusopsElengi。印度传说美女口中吐出香液，此花始开。 SLEEP-STEALER WHO stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know. Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch water from the village near by. It was noon. The children's playtime was over; the ducks in the pond were silent. The shepherd boy lay asleep under the shadow of the banyan tree. The crane stood grave and still in the swamp near the mango grove. In the meanwhile the Sleep-stealer came and, snatching sleep from baby's eyes, flew away. When mother came back she found baby travelling the room over on all fours. Who stole sleep from our baby's eyes? I must know. I must find her and chain her up. I must look into that dark cave, where, through boulders and scowling stones, trickles a tiny stream. I must search in the drowsy shade of the bakula grove, where pigeons coo in their corner, and fairies' anklets tinkle in the stillness of starry nights. In the evening I will peep into the whispering silence of the bamboo forest, where fireflies squander their light, and will ask every creature I meet, "Can anybody tell me where the Sleep-stealer lives?" Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know. Shouldn't I give her a good lesson if I could only catch her! I would raid her nest and see where she hoards all her stolen sleep. I would plunder it all, and carry it home. I would bind her two wings securely, set her on the bank of the river, and then let her play at fishing with a reed among the rushes and water-lilies. When the marketing is over in the evening, and the village children sit in their mothers' laps, then the night birds will mockingly din her ears with: "Whose sleep will you steal now?" 开 始 “我是从哪儿来的，你，在哪儿把我捡起来的？”孩子问他的妈妈说。 她把孩子紧紧地搂在胸前，半哭半笑地答道—— “你曾被我当作心愿藏在我的心里，我的宝贝。 “你曾存在于我孩童时代玩的泥娃娃身上；每天早晨我用泥土塑造我的神像，那时 我反复地塑了又捏碎了的就是你。 “你曾和我们的家庭守护神一同受到祀奉，我崇拜家神时也就崇拜了你。 “你曾活在我所有的希望和爱情里，活在我的生命里，我母亲的生命里。 “在主宰着我们家庭的不死的精灵的膝上，你已经被抚育了好多代了。 “当我做女孩子的时候，我的心的花瓣儿张开，你就像一股花香似地散发出来。 “你的软软的温柔，在我的青春的肢体上开花了，像太阳出来之前的天空上的一片曙光。 “上天的第一宠儿，晨曦的孪生兄弟，你从世界的生命的溪流浮泛而下，终于停泊 在我的心头。 “当我凝视你的脸蛋儿的时候，神秘之感淹没了我；你这属于一切人的，竟成了我 的。 “为了怕失掉你，我把你紧紧地搂在胸前。是什么魔术把这世界的宝贝引到我这双 纤小的手臂里来呢？” THE BEGINNING "WHERE have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother. She answered half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast,-- "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made and unmade you then. You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship I worshipped you. In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have lived. In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for ages. When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it. Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise. Heaven's first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart. As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to all have become mine. For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of mine?" 孩子的世界 我愿我能在我孩子的自己的世界的中心，占一角清净地。 我知道有星星同他说话，天空也在他面前垂下，用它傻傻的云朵和彩虹来娱悦他。 那些大家以为他是哑的人，那些看去像是永不会走动的人，都带了他们的故事，捧 了满装着五颜六色的玩具的盘子，匍匐地来到他的窗前。 我愿我能在横过孩子心中的道路上游行，解脱了一切的束缚； 在那儿，使者奉了无所谓的使命奔走于无史的诸王的王国间； 在那儿，理智以她的法律造为纸鸢而飞放，真理也使事实从桎梏中自由了。 BABY'S WORLD I WISH I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows. Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with trays crowded with bright toys. I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind, and out beyond all bounds; Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history; Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, and Truth sets Fact free from its fetters. 责 备 为什么你眼里有了眼泪，我的孩子？ 他们真是可怕，常常无谓地责备你！ 你写字时墨水玷污了你的手和脸——这就是他们所以骂你龌龊的缘故么？ 呵，呸！他们也敢因为圆圆的月儿用墨水涂了脸，便骂它龌龊么？ 他们总要为了每一件小事去责备你，我的孩子。他们总是无谓地寻人错处。 你游戏时扯破了你的衣服——这就是他们说你不整洁的缘故么？ 呵，呸！秋之晨从它的破碎的云衣中露出微笑。那末，他们要叫它什么呢？ 他们对你说什么话，尽管可以不去理睬他，我的孩子。 他们把你做错的事长长地记了一笔帐。 谁都知道你是十分喜欢糖果的——这就是他们所以称你做贪婪的缘故么？ 呵，呸！我们是喜欢你的，那末，他们要叫我们什么呢？ DEFAMATION WHY are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing? You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing--is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because it has smudged its face with ink? For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are ready to find fault for nothing. You tore your clothes while playing--is that why they call you untidy? O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles through its ragged clouds? Take no heed of what they say to you, my child. Take no heed of what they say to you, my child. They make a long list of your misdeeds. Everybody knows how you love sweet things--is that why they call you greedy? O, fie! What then would they call us who love you? 审 判 官 你想说他什么尽管说罢，但是我知道我孩子的短处。 我爱他并不因为他好，只是因为他是我的小小的孩子。 你如果把他的好处与坏处两两相权一下，恐怕你就会知道他是如何的可爱罢？ 当我必须责罚他的时候，他更成为我的生命的一部分了。 当我使他眼泪流出时，我的心也和他同哭了。 只有我才有权去骂他，去责罚他，因为只有热爱人的才可以惩戒人。 THE JUDGE SAY of him what you please, but I know my child's failings. I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child. How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults? When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being. When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him. I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves. 玩 具 孩子，你真是快活呀，一早晨坐在泥土里，耍着折下来的小树枝儿。 我微笑地看你在那里耍着那根折下来的小树枝儿。 我正忙着算帐，一小时一小时在那里加叠数字。 也许你在看我，想道：这种好没趣的游戏，竟把你的一早晨的好时间浪费掉了！ 孩子，我忘了聚精会神玩耍树枝与泥饼的 方法 快递客服问题件处理详细方法山木方法pdf计算方法pdf华与华方法下载八字理论方法下载 了。 我寻求贵重的玩具，收集金块与银块。 你呢，无论找到什么便去做你的快乐的游戏，我呢，却把我的时间与力气都浪费在 那些我永不能得到的东西上。 我在我的脆薄的独木船里挣扎着要航过欲望之海，意忘了我也是在那里做游戏了。 PLAYTHINGS CHILD, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning. I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig. I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour. Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!" Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies. I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver. With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain. In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game. 天 文 家 我不过说：“当傍晚圆圆的满月挂在迦昙波①的枝头时，有人能去捉住它么？” 哥哥却对我笑道：“孩子呀，你真是我所见到的顶顶傻的孩子。月亮离我们这样远， 谁能去捉住它呢？” 我说：“哥哥，你真傻！当妈妈向窗外探望，微笑着往下看我们游戏时，你也能说 她远么？” 哥哥还是说：“你这个傻孩子！但是，孩子，你到哪里去找一个大得能逮住月亮的 网呢？” 我说：“你自然可以用双手去捉住它呀。” 但是哥哥还是笑着说：“你真是我所见到的顶顶傻的孩子！如果月亮走近了，你便 知道它是多么大了。” 我说：“哥哥，你们学校里所教的，真是没有用呀！当妈妈低下脸儿跟我们亲嘴时， 她的脸看来也是很大的么？” 但是哥哥还是说：“你真是一个傻孩子。” ①迦昙波，原名 Kadam，亦作 Kadamba，学名 Namlea Cadamba，意译“白花”，即昙 花。 THE ASTRONOMER I ONLY said, "When in the evening the round full moon gets entangled among the branches of that Kadam tree, couldn't somebody catch it?" But d?d? [elder brother] laughed at me and said, "Baby, you are the silliest child I have ever known. The moon is ever so far from us, how could anybody catch it?" I said, "D?d? how foolish you are! When mother looks out of her window and smiles down at us playing, would you call her far away?" Still said, "You are a stupid child! But, baby, where could you find a net big enough to catch the moon with?" I said, "Surely you could catch it with your hands." But d?d? laughed and said, "You are the silliest child I have known. If it came nearer, you would see how big the moon is." I said, "D?d?, what nonsense they teach at your school! When mother bends her face down to kiss us does her face look very big?" But still d?d? says, "You are a stupid child." 云 与 波 妈妈，住在云端的人对我唤道—— “我们从醒的时候游戏到白日终止。 “我们与黄金色的曙光游戏，我们与银白色的月亮游戏。” 我问道：“但是，我怎么能够上你那里去呢？” 他们答道：“你到地球的边上来，举手向天，就可以被接到云端里来了。” “我妈妈在家里等我呢，”我说，“我怎么能离开她而来呢？” 于是他们微笑着浮游而去。 但是我知道一件比这个更好的游戏，妈妈。 我做云，你做月亮。 我用两只手遮盖你，我们的屋顶就是青碧的天空。 住在波浪上的人对我唤道—— “我们从早晨唱歌到晚上；我们前进又前进地旅行，也不知我们所经过的是什么地 方。” 我问道：“但是，我怎么能加入你们队伍里去呢？” 他们告诉我说：“来到岸旁，站在那里，紧闭你的两眼，你就被带到波浪上来了。” 我说：“傍晚的时候，我妈妈常要我在家里——我怎么能离开她而去呢！” 于是他们微笑着，跳舞着奔流过去。 但是我知道一件比这个更好的游戏。 我是波浪，你是陌生的岸。 我奔流而进，进，进，笑哈哈地撞碎在你的膝上。 世界上就没有一个人会知道我们俩在什么地方。 CLOUDS AND WAVES MOTHER, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-- "We play from the time we wake till the day ends. We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon. I ask, "But, how am I to get up to you?" They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds." "My mother is waiting for me at home," I say. "How can I leave her and come?" Then they smile and float away. But I know a nicer game than that, mother. I shall be the cloud and you the moon. I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky. The folk who live in the waves call out to me-- "We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know not where we pass." I ask, "But, how am I to join you?" They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves." I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the evening--how can I leave her and go?" Then they smile, dance and pass by. But I know a better game than that. I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore. I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter. And no one in the world will know where we both are. 金 色 花 假如我变了一朵金色花①，只是为了好玩，长在那棵树的高枝上，笑哈哈地在风中 摇摆，又在新生的树叶上跳舞，妈妈，你会认识我么？ 你要是叫道：“孩子，你在哪里呀？”我暗暗地在那里匿笑，却一声儿不响。 我要悄悄地开放花瓣儿，看着你工作。 当你沐浴后，湿发披在两肩，穿过金色花的林荫，走到你做祷告的小庭院时，你会 嗅到这花的香气，却不知道这香气是从我身上来的。 当你吃过中饭，坐在窗前读《罗摩衍那》②，那棵树的阴影落在你的头发与膝上时， 我便要投我的小小的影子在你的 书 关于书的成语关于读书的排比句社区图书漂流公约怎么写关于读书的小报汉书pdf 页上，正投在你所读的地方。 但是你会猜得出这就是你的小孩子的小影子么？ 当你黄昏时拿了灯到牛棚里去，我便要突然地再落到地上来，又成了你的孩子，求 你讲个故事给我听。 “你到哪里去了，你这坏孩子？” “我不告诉你，妈妈。”这就是你同我那时所要说的话了。 ①金色花，原名 champa，亦作 Champak，学名 Michclia Champaca，印度圣树，木兰 花属植物，开金黄色碎花。译名亦作“瞻波伽”或“占博伽”。 ②《罗摩衍那》（Ramayana）为印度叙事诗，相传系蚁垤（Valmiki）所作。今传本 形式约为公元二世纪间所形成。全书分为七卷，共二万四千颂，皆系叙述罗摩生平之作。 罗摩即罗摩犍陀罗。十车王之子，悉多之夫。他于第二世（Treta yaga）入世，为毗湿 奴神第七化身。印人看他为英雄，有崇拜他如神的。 THE CHAMPA FLOWER SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother? You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet. I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work. When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me. When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ramayana, and the tree's shadow fell over your hair and your lap, I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book, just where you were reading. But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child? When in the evening you went to the cow-shed with the lighted lamp in your hand, I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more, and beg you to tell me a story. "Where have you been, you naughty child?" "I won't tell you, mother." That's what you and I would say then. 仙人世界 如果人们知道了我的国王的宫殿在哪里，它就会消失在空气中的。 墙壁是白色的银，屋顶是耀眼的黄金。 皇后住在有七个庭院的宫苑里；她戴的一串珠宝，值得整整七个王国的全部财富。 不过，让我悄悄地告诉你，妈妈，我的国王的宫殿究竟在哪里。 它就在我们阳台的角上，在那栽着杜尔茜花的花盆放着的地方。 公主躺在远远的隔着七个不可逾越的重洋的那一岸沉睡着。 除了我自己，世界上便没有人能够找到她。 她臂上有镯子，她耳上挂着珍珠；她的头发拖到地板上。 当我用我的魔杖点触她的时候，她就会醒过来，而当她微笑时，珠玉将会从她唇边 落下来。 不过，让我在我的耳朵边悄悄地告诉你，妈妈；她就住在我们阳台的角上，在那栽 着杜尔茜花的花盆放着的地方。 当你要到河里洗澡的时候，你走上屋顶的那座阳台来罢。 我就坐在墙的阴影所聚会的一个角落里。 我只让小猫儿跟我在一起，因为它知道那故事里的理发匠住的地方。 不过，让我在你的耳朵边悄悄地告诉你，那故事里的理发匠到底住在哪里。 他住的地方，就在阳台的角上，在那栽着杜尔茜花的花盆放着的地方。 FAIRYLAND IF people came to know where my king's palace is, it would vanish into the air. The walls are of white silver and the roof of shining gold. The queen lives in a palace with seven courtyards, and she wears a jewel that cost all the wealth of seven kingdoms. But let me tell you, mother, in a whisper, where my king's palace is. It is at the corner of our terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. The princess lies sleeping on the far-away shore of the seven impassable seas. There is none in the world who can find her but myself. She has bracelets on her arms and pearl drops in her ears; her hair sweeps down upon the floor. She will wake when I touch her with my magic wand, and jewels will fall from her lips when she smiles. But let me whisper in your ear, mother; she is there in the corner of our terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. When it is time for you to go to the river for your bath, step up to that terrace on the roof. I sit in the corner where the shadows of the walls meet together. Only puss is allowed to come with me, for she knows where the barber in the story lives. But let me whisper, mother, in your ear where the barber in the story lives. It is at the corner of the terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. 流放的地方 妈妈，天空上的光成了灰色了；我不知道是什么时候了。 我玩得怪没劲儿的，所以到你这里来了。这是星期六，是我们的休息日。 放下你的活计，妈妈；坐在靠窗的一边，告诉我童话里的特潘塔沙漠在什么地方？ 雨的影子遮掩了整个白天。 凶猛的电光用它的爪子抓着天空。 当乌云在轰轰地响着，天打着雷的时候，我总爱心里带着恐惧爬伏到你的身上。 当大雨倾泻在竹叶子上好几个钟头，而我们的窗户为狂风震得格格发响的时候，我 就爱独自和你坐在屋里，妈妈，听你讲童话里的特潘塔沙漠的故事。 它在哪里，妈妈，在哪一个海洋的岸上，在哪些个山峰的脚下，在哪一个国王的国 土里？ 田地上没有此疆彼壤的界石，也没有村人在黄昏时走回家的，或妇人在树林里捡拾 枯枝而捆载到市场上去的道路。沙地上只有一小块一小块的黄色草地，只有一株树，就 是那一对聪明的老鸟儿在那里做窝的，那个地方就是特潘塔沙漠。 我能够想象得到，就在这样一个乌云密布的日子，国王的年轻的儿子，怎样地独自 骑着一匹灰色马，走过这个沙漠，去寻找那被囚禁在不可知的重洋之外的巨人宫里的公 主。 当雨雾在遥远的天空下降，电光像一阵突然发作的痛楚的痉挛似地闪射的时候，他 可记得他的不幸的母亲，为国王所弃，正在扫除牛棚，眼里流着眼泪，当他骑马走过童 话里的特潘塔沙漠的时候？ 看，妈妈，一天还没有完，天色就差不多黑了，那边村庄的路上没有什么旅客了。 牧童早就从牧场上回家了，人们都已从田地里回来，坐在他们草屋的檐下的草席上， 眼望着阴沉的云块。 妈妈，我把我所有的书本都放在书架上了——不要叫我现在做功课。 当我长大了，大得像爸爸一样的时候，我将会学到必须学的东西的。 但是，今天你可得告诉我，妈妈，童话里的特潘塔沙漠在什么地方？ THE LAND OF THE EXILE MOTHER, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It is Saturday, our holiday. Leave off your work, mother; sit here by the window and tell me where the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale is? The shadow of the rains has covered the day from end to end. The fierce lightning is scratching the sky with its nails. When the clouds rumble and it thunders, I love to be afraid in my heart and cling to you. When the heavy rain patters for hours on the bamboo leaves, and our windows shake and rattle at the gusts of wind, I like to sit alone in the roo