飞鸟集摘录（二）

5.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.

5.夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，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。

6.The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night—it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

6.创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗，——是伟大的。而知识的幻影，不过如晨间之雾。

7.What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

7.你看不见你的真相，你所看见的，只是你的影子。

8.I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.

8.我不能选择那最好的。是那最好的选择我。

9.They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.

9.那些把灯背在他们的背上的人，把他们的影子投到他们前面去。

10.The bird wishes it were a cloud. The cloud wishes it were a bird.

10.鸟儿愿为一朵云。云儿愿为一只鸟。

From stray birds by Rabindranath Tagore

——泰戈尔《飞鸟集》

整理：2024年1月18日于北城家园