《園丁集》泰戈爾

　　Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes; thus begins the record of our hearts.

　　手握著手，眼戀著眼;這樣開始了我們的心的紀(jì)錄。

　　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.

　　這是三月的月明之夜;空氣里有鳳仙花的芬芳;我的橫笛拋在地上，你的花串也沒有編成。

　　This love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　你我之間的愛像歌曲一樣地單純。

　　Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk.

　　你橙黃色的面紗使我眼睛陶醉。

　　The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise.

　　你給我編的茉莉花環(huán)使我心震顫，像是受了贊揚。

　　It is a game of giving and withholding， revealing and screening again; some smiles and some little shyness， and some sweet useless struggles.

　　這是一個又予又留、又隱又現(xiàn)的游戲;有些微笑，有些嬌羞，也有些甜柔的無用的抵?jǐn)r。

　　This love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　你我之間的愛像歌曲一樣的單純。

　　No mystery beyond the present; no striving for the impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no groping in the depth of the dark.

　　沒有現(xiàn)在以外的神秘;不強求那做不到的事情;沒有魅惑后面的陰影;沒有黑暗深處的探索。

　　This love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　你我之間的愛像歌曲一樣的單純：

　　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.

　　我們沒有走出一切語言之外進入永遠的沉默;我們沒有向空舉手尋求希望以外的東西。

　　It is enough what we give and we get.

　　我們付與，我們?nèi)〉�，這就夠了。

　　We have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring from it the wine of pain.

　　我們沒有把喜樂壓成微塵來榨取痛苦之酒。

　　This love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　你我之間的愛像歌曲一樣的單純。