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放下你的工作吧，我的新娘。听，客人来了。
你听见没有，他在轻轻地摇动那拴门的链子？
小心不要让你的脚镯响出声音，在迎接他的时候你的脚步不要太急。
放下你的工作吧，新娘，客人在晚上来了。
不，这不是一阵阴风，新娘，不要惊惶。
这是四月夜中的满月，院里的影子是暗淡的，头上的天空是明亮的。
把轻纱遮上脸，若是你觉得需要；提着灯到门前去，若是你害怕。
若是你害羞就不必和他说话，你迎接他的时候只须站在门边。
他若问你话，若是你愿意这样做，你就沉默地低眸。
不要让你的手镯作响，当你提着灯，带他进来的时候。
不必同他说话，如果你害羞。
你的工作还没有做完吗，新娘？听，客人来了。
你还没有把牛棚里的灯点起来吗？
你还没有把晚祷的供筐准备好吗？
你还没有在发缝中涂上鲜红的吉祥点，你还没有理过晚妆吗？
啊，新娘，你没有听见，客人来了吗？
放下你的工作吧。
Let your work be， bride. Listen， the guest has come.
Do you hear， he is gently shaking the chain which fastens the door？
See that your anklets make no loud noise， and that your step is not over-hurried at meeting him.
Let your work be， bride， the guest has come in the evening.
No， it is not the ghostly wind， bride， do not be frightened.
It is the full moon on a night of April; shadows are pale in the courtyard; the sky overhead is bright.
Draw your veil over your face if you must， carry the lamp to the door if you fear.
Have no word with him if you are shy; stand aside by the door when you meet him.
If he asks you questions， and if you wish to， you can lower your eyes in silence.
Do not let your bracelets jingle when， lamp in hand， you lead him in.
Have no word with him if you are shy.
Have you not finished your work yet， bride？ Listen， the guest has come.
Have you not lit the lamp in the cowshed？
Have you not got ready the offering-basket for the evening service？
Have you not put the red lucky mark at the parting of your hair， and done your toilet for the night？
O bride， do you hear， the guest has come？
Let your work be！
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你就这样地来吧；不要在梳妆上挨延了。
即使你的辫发松散，即使你的发缝没有分直，即使你衷衣的丝带没有系好，都不要管它。
来吧，用快步踏过草坪。
即使露水沾掉了你脚上的红粉，即使你踝上的铃串褪松，即使你链上的珠儿脱落，都不要管它。
来吧，用快步踏过草坪吧。
你没看见云雾遮住天空吗？
鹤群从远远的河岸飞起，狂风吹过常青的灌木。
惊牛奔向村里的栅棚。
你徒然点上晚妆的灯火--它颤摇着在风中熄灭了。
谁能看出你眼睫上没有涂上乌烟？因为你的眼睛比雨云还黑。
你徒然点上晚妆的灯火--它熄灭了。
即使花环没有穿好，谁管它呢；即使手镯没有扣上，让它去吧。
天空被阴云塞满了--时间已晚。
Come as you are; do not loiter over your toilet.
If your braided hair has loosened， if the parting of your hair be not straight， if the ribbons of your bodice be not fastened， do not mind.
Come， with quick steps over the grass.
If the raddle come from your feet because of the dew， if the rings of bells upon your feet slacken， if pearls drop out of your chain， do not mind.
Do you see the clouds wrapping the sky？
Flocks of cranes fly up from the further river-bank and fitful gusts of wind rush over the heath.
The anxious cattle run to their stalls in the village.
In vain you light your toilet lamp-it flickers and goes out in the wind.
Who can know that your eyelids have not been touched with lampblack？ For your eyes are darker than rain-clouds.
In vain you light your toilet lamp-it goes out.
If the wreath is not woven， who cares; if the wrist-chain has not been linked， let it be.
The sky is overcast with clouds-it is late.
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若是你要忙着把水瓶灌满，来吧，到我的湖上来吧。
湖水将回绕在你的脚边，潺潺地说出它的秘密。
沙滩上有了欲来的雨云的阴影，云雾低垂在丛树的绿线上，像你眉上的浓发。
我深深地熟悉你脚步的韵律，它在我心中敲击。
来吧，到我的湖上来吧，如果你必须把水瓶灌满。
如果你想懒散闲坐，让你的水瓶飘浮在水面，来吧，到我的湖上来吧。
草坡碧绿，野花多得数不清。
你的思想将从你乌黑的眼眸中飞出，像鸟儿飞出窝巢。
你的披纱将褪落到脚上。
来吧，如果你要闲坐，到我的湖上来吧。
如果你想撇下嬉游跳进水里，来吧，到我的湖上来吧。
把你的蔚蓝的丝巾留在岸上；蔚蓝的水将没过你，盖住你。
水波将蹑足来吻你的颈项，在你耳边低语。
来吧，如果你想跳进水里，到我的湖上来吧。
如果你想发狂而投入死亡，来吧，到我的湖上来吧。
它是清凉的，深到无底。
它沉黑得像无梦的睡眠。
在它的深处黑夜就是白天，歌曲就是静默。
来吧，如果你想投入死亡，到我的湖上来吧。
If you would be busy and fill your pitcher， come， O come to my lake.
The water will cling round your feet and babble its secret.
The shadow of the coming rain is on the sands， and the clouds hang low upon the blue lines of the trees like the heavy hair above your eyebrows.
I know well the rhythm of your steps， they are beating in my heart.
Come， O come to my lake， if you must fill your pitcher.
If you would be idle and sit listless and let your pitcher float on the water， come， O come to my lake.
The grassy slope is green， and the wild flowers beyond number.
Your thoughts will stray out of your dark eyes like birds from their nests.
Your veil will drop to your feet.
Come， O come to my lake if you must sit idle.
If you would leave off your play and dive in the water， come， O come to my lake.
Let your blue mantle lie on the shore; the blue water will cover you and hide you.
The waves will stand a-tiptoe to kiss your neck and whisper in your ears.
Come， O come to my lake， if you would dive in the water.
If you must be mad and leap to your death， come， O come to my lake.
It is cool and fathomlessly deep.
It is dark like a sleep that is dreamless.
There in its depths nights and days are one， and songs are silence.
Come， O come to my lake， if you would plunge to your death.
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我一无所求，只站在林边树后。
倦意还逗留在黎明的眼上，露润在空气里。
湿草的懒味悬垂在地面的薄雾中。
在榕树下你用乳油般柔嫩的手挤着牛奶。
我沉静地站立着。
我没有说出一个字。那是藏起的鸟儿在密叶中歌唱。
芒果树在村径上撒着繁花，蜜蜂一只一只地嗡嗡飞来。
池塘边湿婆天的庙门开了，朝拜者开始诵经。
你把罐儿放在膝上挤着牛奶。
我提着空桶站立着。
我没有走近你。
天空和庙里的锣声一同醒起。
街尘在驱走的牛蹄下飞扬。
把汩汩发响的水瓶搂在腰上，女人们从河边走来。
你的钏镯叮当，乳沫溢出罐沿。
晨光渐逝而我没有走近你。
I asked nothing， only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree.
Languor was still upon the eyes of the dawn， and the dew in the air.
The lazy smell of the damp grass hung in the thin mist above the earth.
Under the banyan tree you were milking the cow with your hands， tender and fresh as butter.
And I was standing still.
I did not say a word. It was the bird that sang unseen from the thicket.
The mango tree was shedding its flowers upon the village road， and the bees came humming one by one.
On the side of the pond the gate of Shiva's temple was opened and the worshipper had begun his chants.
With the vessel on your lap you were milking the cow.
I stood with my empty can.
I did not come near you.
The sky woke with the sound of the gong at the temple.
The dust was raised in the road from the hoofs of the driven cattle.
With the gurgling pitchers at their hips， women came from the river.
Your bracelets were jingling， and foam brimming over the jar.
The morning wore on and I did not come near you.
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我在路边行走，也不知道为什么，时已过午，竹枝在风中簌簌作响。
横斜的影子伸臂拖住流光的双足。
布谷鸟都唱倦了。
我在路边行走，也不知道为什么。
低垂的树荫盖住水边的茅屋。
有人正忙着工作，她的钏镯在一角放出音乐。
我在茅屋前面站着，我不知道为什么。
曲径穿过一片芥菜田地和几层芒果树林。
它经过村庙和渡头的市集。
我在这茅屋面前停住了，我不知道为什么。
好几年前，三月风吹的一天，春天倦慵地低语，芒果花落在地上。
浪花跳起掠过立在渡头阶沿上的铜瓶。
我想着三月风吹的这一天，我不知道为什么。
阴影更深，牛群归栏。
冷落的牧场上日色苍白，村人在河边待渡。
我缓步回去，我不知道为什么。
I was walking by the road， I do not know why， when the noonday was past and bamboo branches rustled in the wind.
The prone shadows with their outstretched arms clung to the feet of the hurrying light.
The koels were weary of their songs.
I was walking by the road， I do not know why.
The hut by the side of the water is shaded by an overhanging tree.
Some one was busy with her work， and her bangles made music in the corner.
I stood before this hut， I know not why.
The narrow winding road crosses many a mustard field， and many a mango forest.
It passes by the temple of the village and the market at the river landing-place.
I stopped by this hut， I do not know why.
Years ago it was a day of breezy March when the murmur of the spring was languorous， and mango blossoms were dropping on the dust.
The rippling water leapt and licked the brass vessel that stood on the landing-step.
I think of that day of breezy March， I do not know why.
Shadows are deepening and cattle returning to their folds.
The light is grey upon the lonely meadows， and the villagers are waiting for the ferry at the bank.
I slowly return upon my steps， I do not know why.
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我像麝鹿一样在林荫中奔走，为着自己的香气而发狂。
夜晚是五月正中的夜晚，清风是南国的清风。
我迷了路，我游荡着，我寻求那得不到的东西，我得到我所没有寻求的东西。
我自己的愿望的形象从我心中走出，跳起舞来。
我闪光的形象飞掠过去。
我想把它紧紧捉住，它躲开了又引着我飞走下去。
我寻求那得不到的东西，我得到我所没有寻求的东西。
I run as a musk-deer runs in the shadow of the forest mad with his own perfume.
The night is the night of mid-May， the breeze is the breeze of the south.
I lose my way and I wander， I seek what I cannot get， I get what I do not seek.
From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire.
The gleaming vision flits on.
I try to clasp it firmly， it eludes me and leads me astray.
I seek what I cannot get， I get what I do not seek.
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手握着手，眼恋着眼；这样开始了我们的心的纪录。
这是三月的月明之夜，空气时有凤仙花的芬芳；我的横笛抛在地上，你的花串也没有编成。
你我之间的爱像歌曲一样地单纯。
你橙黄色的面纱使我眼睛陶醉。
你给我编的茉莉花环使我心震颤，像是受了赞扬。
这是一个又予又留、又隐又现的游戏；有些微笑，有些娇羞，也有些甜柔的无用的抵拦。
没有现在以外的神秘；不强求那做不到的事情；没有魅惑后面的阴影；没有黑暗深处的探索。
我们没有走出一切语言之外进入永远的沉默；我们没有向空举手寻求希望以外的东西。
我们付与，我们取得，这就够了。
我们没有把喜乐压成微尘来榨取痛苦之酒。
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes; thus begins the record of our hearts.
It is the moonlit night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished.
This love between you and me is simple as a song.
Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk.
The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise.
It is a game of giving and withholding， revealing and screening again; some smiles and some little shyness， and some sweet useless struggles.
No mystery beyond the present; no striving for the impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no groping in the depth of the dark.
We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; we do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.
It is enough what we give and we get.
We have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring from it the wine of pain.
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黄鸟在自己的树上歌唱，使我的心喜舞。
我们两人住在一个村子里，这是我们的一份快乐。
她心爱的一对小羊，到我园里树荫下吃草。
它们若走进我的麦地，我就把它们抱在臂里。
我们村子名叫康遮那，人们管我们的小河叫安遮那。
我的名字村人都知道，她的名字是软遮那。
我们中间只隔着一块田地。
在我们树里做窝的蜜蜂，飞到他们林中去采蜜。
从他们渡头街上流来的落花，飘到我们洗澡的池塘里。
一筐一筐的红花干从他们地里送到我们的市集上。
到她家去的那条曲巷，春天充满了芒果的花香。
他们亚麻子成熟的时候，我们地里的大麻正在开放。
在他们房上微笑的星辰，送给我们以同样的闪亮。
在他们水槽里满溢的雨水，也使我们的迦昙树林喜乐。
The yellow bird sings in their tree and makes my heart dance with gladness.
We both live in the same village， and that is our one piece of joy.
Her pair of pet lambs come to graze in the shade of our garden trees.
If they stray into our barley field， I take them up in my arms.
The name of our village is Khanjan？， and Anjan？ they call our river.
My name is known to all the village， and her name is Ranjan？.
Only one field lies between us.
Bees that have hived in our grove go to seek honey in theirs.
Flowers launched from their landing-stairs come floating by the stream where we bathe.
Baskets of dried kusm flowers come from their fields to our market.
The lane that winds to their house is fragrant in the spring with mango flowers.
When their linseed is ripe for harvest the hemp is in bloom in our field.
The stars that smile on their cottage send us the same twinkling look.
The rain that floods their tank makes glad our kadam forest.
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当这两个姊妹出去打水的时候，她们来到这地点，她们微笑了。
她们一定觉察到，每次她们出来打水的时候，那个站在树后的人儿。
姊妹俩相互耳语，当她们走过这地点的时候。
她们一定猜到了，每逢她们出来打水的时候，那个人站在树后的秘密。
她们的水瓶忽然倾倒，水倒出来了，当她们走到这地点的时候。
她们一定发觉，每逢她们出来打水的时候，那个站在树后的人的心正在跳着。
姊妹俩相互瞥了一眼又微笑了，当她们来到这地点的时候。
她们飞快的脚步里带着笑声，使这个每逢她们出来打水的时候站在树后的人儿心魂撩乱了。
When the two sisters go to fetch water， they come to this spot and they smile.
They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters whisper to each other when they pass this spot.
They must have guessed the secret of that somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
Their pitchers lurch suddenly， and water spills when they reach this spot.
They must have found out that somebody's heart is beating who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters glance at each other when they come to this spot， and they smile.
There is a laughter in their swift-stepping feet， which makes confusion in somebody's mind who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
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你腰间搂着灌满的水瓶，在河边路上行走。
你为什么急遽地回头，从飘扬的面纱里偷偷地看我？
这个从黑暗中向我送来的闪视，像凉风在粼粼的微波上掠过，一阵震颤直到阴荫的岸边。
它向我飞来，像夜中的小鸟急遽地穿过无灯的屋子的两边洞开的窗户，又在黑夜中消失了。
你像一颗隐在山后的星星，我是路上的行人。
但是你为什么站了一会，从面纱中瞥视我的脸，当你腰间搂着灌满的水瓶在河边路上行走的时候？
You walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your hip.
Why did you swiftly turn your face and peep at me through your fluttering veil？
That gleaming look from the dark came upon me like a breeze that sends a shiver through the rippling water and sweeps away to the shadowy shore.
It came to me like the bird of the evening that hurriedly flies across the lampless room from the one open window to the other， and disappears in the night.
You are hidden as a star behind the hills， and I am a passer-by upon the road.
But why did you stop for a moment and glance at my face through your veil while you walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your hip？