泰戈尔 园丁集 赏析

Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes； thus begins the record of our hearts. 　　手握着手，眼恋着眼；这样开始了我们的心的纪录。 　　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. 　　这是三月的月明之夜；空气里有凤仙花的芬芳；我的横笛抛在地上，你的花串也没有编成。 　　This love between you and me is simple as a song. 　　你我之间的爱像歌曲一样地单纯。 　　Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk. 　　你橙黄色的面纱使我眼睛陶醉。 　　The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise. 　　你给我编的茉莉花环使我心震颤，像是受了赞扬。 　　It is a game of giving and withholding， revealing and screening again； some smiles and some little shyness， and some sweet useless struggles. 　　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。 　　This love between you and me is simple as a song. 　　你我之间的爱像歌曲一样的单纯。 　　No mystery beyond the present； no striving for the impossible； no shadow behind the charm； no groping in the depth of the dark. 　　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。 　　This love between