拥舞生命

昨夜 我梦着许多桃花

     桃色的花 在纤纤的风里飘洒

你猜怎样? 我总不能信她们是落了的

    真落了 还会有这样细柔的腰身 这样粉润的面颊?

    真落了 还会有这样蹁跹的步子 这样轻灵的优雅?

流转的日光 织下七彩的纱

在广袤的蔚蓝的慈爱与静谧里

还有涓涓的小语 还有馥郁的气息

但有一样 再不见忧愁 再不见迷茫

     再不见冷 再不见伤

于是 我偷偷地笑了——

     再拿千百个说法来 我也绝不能信的!

桃的女儿自然怀着桃果儿的甜香

我猜 她们定是同我一样地 做了个甜梦

     甜着 竟在梦里也快活地舞起来了

呵 我触不着她

   可我真爱这梦 真爱这娇小的心

到底 我悄悄缝了件衣裳 一片云 一线光

     桃色的衣裳 许我偎依树旁

许我与她一同睡去

    甜梦 故乡...

The First Jasmine

Rabindranath Tagore

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands
with these jasmines, these white jasmines.
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
through the darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road
in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil
to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.
Many a glad day has come in my life,
and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.
On grey mornings of rain
I have crooned many an idle song.
I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of
BAKULAS woven by the hand of love.
Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines
that filled my hands when I was a child.

——<The Crescent Moon> 1903 

<Jasmim-Sensibilidade>

When you are old                                        当你老了

William Butler Yeats                                                          叶芝    (袁可嘉 译）

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,                    当你老了，头白了，睡意昏沉，

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,                   炉火旁打盹，请取下这部诗歌，

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look                      慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和，

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;                回想它们昔日浓重的阴影；

How many loved your moments of glad grace,                     多少人爱你青春欢畅的时辰，

And loved your beauty with love false or true,                   爱慕你的美丽，假意或真心，

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,                          只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;                    爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹；

And bending down beside the glowing bars,                       垂下头来，在红光闪耀的炉子旁，

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled                                 凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝，

And paced upon the mountains overhead                             在头顶的山上它缓缓踱着步子，

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.                             在一群星星中间隐藏着脸庞。

                                                                 ——1893 

Down by the Salley Gardens                                                 走进莎莉花园

My love and I did meet                                                         我和我的爱人相遇

She passed the Salley Gardens                                             她穿越莎莉花园

With little snow-white feet                                                   踏著雪白的纤足

She bid me take love easy                                                     她请我轻柔的对待这份情

As the leaves grow on the tree                                              像依偎在树上的群叶

But I being young and foolish                                               但我是如此年轻而无知

With her did not agree                                                         不曾细听她的心声

In a field by the river                                                          在河流畔的旷野

My love and I did stand                                                       我和我的爱人并肩伫立

And on my leaning shoulder                                                  在我的微倾的肩膀

She laid her snow-white hand                                              是她柔白的手所倚

She bid me take life easy                                                     她请我善待生命

As the grass grows on the weirs                                           像生长在河堰的韧草

But I was young and foolish                                                 但我是如此年轻而无知

And now am full of tears                                                     如今只剩下无限的泪水

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Robert Frost 

匆匆 似树木干枯的纹理

划着岁月单线条的舞步

一记秋来 香去天涯外

浅根的风儿

合着时令孑然的韵律

黄了满枝心形的叶 落了漫天叶样的心

岁岁年年 几许冷暖

有人回来了 有人回去了

有人在夜半哭醒了 有人在天明结婚了

有人因为沉默而失去 有人因为失去而沉默

有人把故事写在生活里 有人把生活忘在故事里

榆啊 柳啊 池岸的芦苇啊

月儿且住 悉数灯下 悠悠碌碌

一度漂泊愁不复