泰戈尔－飞鸟集(11-15)

Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

有些看不见的手指，如懒洋洋的微风，在我的心中奏起了潺湲的乐章。

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What language is thine, O sea?

The language of eternal question.

What language is thy answer, O sky?

The language of eternal silence.

海水呀，你说什么？

是永恒的疑问。

天空呀，你回答的是什么？

是永恒的沉默。

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Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你表白呀。

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The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night—it is great.

Delusions of knowledge are like that fog of the morning.

创造的神秘，就如夜间的黑暗──是伟大的。

而知识的幻影却只是如晨间之雾。

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Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

不要因为峭壁是高的，就让你的爱坐在峭壁上。