泰戈尔新月集双语诗歌赏析
泰戈尔新月集双语诗歌赏析 泰戈尔在《新月集》中采用了三重的叙述视角，每一首小诗都是一个纯粹视角，或者为母亲，或者是孩子，又或者是诗人自己的俯观的全知视角。下面是我整理的几篇新月集中的实际，欢迎阅读! 仙人世界 Fairyland IF people came to know where my king's palace is, it would vanish into the air. 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。 The walls are of white silver and the roof of shining gold. 墙壁是白色的银，屋顶是耀眼的黄金。 The queen lives in a palace with seven courtyards, and she wears a jewel that cost all the wealth of seven kingdoms. 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。 But let me tell you, mother, in a whisper, where my king's palace is. 不过，让我悄悄地告诉你，妈妈，我的国王的宫殿究竟在哪里。 It is at the corner of our terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. 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。 The princess lies sleeping on the far-away shore of the seven impassable seas. 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。 There is none in the world who can find her but myself. 除了我自己，世界上便没有人能够找到她。 She has bracelets on her arms and pearl drops in her ears; her hair sweeps down upon the floor. 她臂上有镯子，她耳上挂着珍珠;她的头发拖到地板上。 She will wake when I touch her with my magic wand, and jewels will fall from her lips when she smiles. 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。 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. 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。 When it is time for you to go to the river for your bath, step up to that terrace on the roof. 当你要到河里洗澡的时候，你走上屋顶的那座阳台来罢。 I sit in the corner where the shadows of the walls meet together. 我就坐在墙的阴影所聚会的一个角落里。 Only puss is allowed to come with me, for she knows where the barber in the story lives. 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。 But let me whisper, mother, in your ear where the barber in the story lives. 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。 It is at the corner of the terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. 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。 金色花 The champ 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? 假如我变了一朵金色花，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? You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet. 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。 I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work. 我要悄悄地开放花瓣儿，看着你工作。 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. 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。 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. 当你吃过中饭，坐在窗前读《罗摩衍那》，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页上，正投在你所读的地方。 But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child? 但是你会猜得出这就是你的小孩子的.小影子么? 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. 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。 "Where have you been, you naughty child?" “你到哪里去了，你这坏孩子?” "I won't tell you, mother." That's what you and I would say then. “我不告诉你，妈妈。”这就是你同我那时所要说的话了。 云与波 Clouds and waves MOTHER, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-- 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。 "We play from the time we wake till the day ends. “我们与黄金色的曙光游戏，我们与银白色的月亮游戏。” We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon. 我问道：“但是，我怎么能够上你那里去呢?” 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." 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。” "My mother is waiting for me at home," I say. "How can I leave her and come?" “我妈妈在家里等我呢，”我说，“我怎么能离开她而来呢?” Then they smile and float away. 于是他们微笑着浮游而去。 But I know a nicer game than that, mother. 但是我知道一件比这个更好的游戏，妈妈。 I shall be the cloud and you the moon. 我做云，你做月亮。 I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky. 我用两只手遮盖你，我们的屋顶就是青碧的天空。 The folk who live in the waves call out to me-- 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。” "We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know not where we pass." 我问道：“但是，我怎么能加入你们队伍里去呢?” 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." 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。” I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the evening--how can I leave her and go?" 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!” Then they smile, dance and pass by. 于是他们微笑着，跳舞着奔流过去。 But I know a better game than that. 但是我知道一件比这个更好的游戏。 I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore. 我是波浪，你是陌生的岸。 I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter. 我奔流而进，进，进，笑哈哈地撞碎在你的膝上。 And no one in the world will know where we both are. 世界上就没有一个人会知道我们俩在什么地方。 ;
泰戈尔新月集双语赏析
泰戈尔新月集双语赏析 在新月集中，泰戈尔描写的孩子对大自然的爱，就如月夜下的竹笛，所产生的美感是那般轻幽、纯净。下面是我分享的几篇新月集中的诗歌，欢迎大家阅读! 纸船 PAPER BOATS DAY by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream. 我每天把纸船一个个放在急流的溪中。 In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live. 我用大黑字写我的名字和我住的村名在纸船上。 I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am. 我希望住在异地的人会得到这纸船，知道我是谁。 I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night. 我把园中长的秀利花载在我的小船上，希望这些黎明开的花能在夜里被平平安安地带到岸上。 I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting their white bulging sails. 我投我的纸船到水里，仰望天空，看见小朵的云正张着满鼓着风的白帆。 I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats! 我不知道天上有我的什么游伴把这些船放下来同我的船比赛! When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars. 夜来了，我的脸埋在手臂里，梦见我的纸船在子夜的星光下缓缓地浮泛前去。 The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading is their baskets full of dreams. 睡仙坐在船里，带着满载着梦的篮子。 雨天 The rainy day SULLEN clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest. 乌云很快地集拢在森林的黝黑的边缘上。 O child, do not go out! 孩上，不要出去呀! The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads against the dismal sky; the crows with their draggled wings are silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river is haunted by a deepening gloom. 湖边的一行棕树，向暝暗的天空撞着头;羽毛零乱的乌鸦，静悄悄地栖在罗望子的枝上，河的东岸正被乌沉沉的暝色所侵袭。 Our cow is lowing loud, tied at the fence. 我们的牛系在篱上，高声鸣叫。 O child, wait here till I bring her into the stall. 孩子，在这里等着，等我先把牛牵进牛棚里去。 Men have crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain water is running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who has run away from his mother to tease her. 许多人都挤在池水泛溢的田间，捉那从泛溢的池中逃出来的鱼儿，雨水成了小河，流过狭街，好像一个嬉笑的孩子从他妈妈那里跑开，故意要恼她一样。 Listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford. 听呀，有人在浅滩上喊船夫呢。 O child, the daylight is dim, and the crossing at the ferry is closed. 孩子，天色暝暗了，渡头的摆渡船已经停了。 The sky seems to ride fast upon the madly-rushing rain; the water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home early from the Ganges with their filled pitchers. 天空好像是在滂沱的雨上快跑着;河里的水喧叫而且暴躁;妇人们早已拿着汲满了水的水罐，从恒河畔匆匆地回家了。 The evening lamps must be made ready. 夜里用的灯，一定要预备好。 O child, do not go out! 孩子，不要出去呀! The road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is slippery. The wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo branches like a wild beast tangled in a net. 到市场去的大道已没有人走，到河边去的小路又很滑。风在竹林里咆哮着，挣扎着，好像一只落在网中的野兽。 流放的地方 The land of the Exile MOTHER, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. 妈妈，天空上的光成了灰色了;我不知道是什么时候了。 There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It is Saturday, our holiday. 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。 Leave off your work, mother; sit here by the window and tell me where the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale is? 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? The shadow of the rains has covered the day from end to end. 雨的影子遮掩了整个白天。 The fierce lightning is scratching the sky with its nails. 凶猛的电光用它的爪子抓着天空。 When the clouds rumble and it thunders, I love to be afraid in my heart and cling to you. 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。 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 room, mother, with you, and hear you talk about the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale. 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。 Where is it, mother, on the shore of what sea, at the foot of what hills, in the kingdom of what king? 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? There are no hedges there to mark the fields, no footpath across it by which the villagers reach their village in the evening, or the woman who gathers dry sticks in the forest can bring her load to the market. With patches of yellow grass in the sand and only one tree where the pair of wise old birds have their nest, lies the desert of Tep?ntar. 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。 I can imagine how, on just such a cloudy day, the young son of the king is riding alone on a grey horse through the desert, in search of the princess who lies imprisoned in the giant's palace across that unknown water. 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。 When the haze of the rain comes down in the distant sky, and lightning starts up like a sudden fit of pain, does he remember his unhappy mother, abandoned by the king, sweeping the cow-stall and wiping her eyes, while he rides through the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale? 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? See, mother, it is almost dark before the day is over, and there are no travellers yonder on the village road. 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。 The shepherd boy has gone home early from the pasture, and men have left their fields to sit on mats under the eaves of their huts, watching the scowling clouds. 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。 Mother, I have left all my books on the shelf--do not ask me to do my lessons now. 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。 When I grow up and am big like my father, I shall learn all that must be learnt. 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。 But just for to-day, tell me, mother, where the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale is? 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? ;
