拂晓，小巷中家家响起搅奶器的嗡嗡声，他唤醒伙伴们去放牧；牛群扬起一阵尘雾，姑娘们来到院子里挤牛奶。
山竹果树下的阴影更浓了，河两岸的暮色苍茫；挤奶姑娘渡过波浪汹涌的河水时，吓得胆战心惊；一群孔雀展开光彩夺目的尾翎，在森林里起舞。而牧童正凝视夏日的云霞。
四月的夜晚像初绽的花朵一般甜蜜，牧童消失在森林中，头上斜插着一根孔雀翎毛。缀满鲜花的秋千绳紧紧拴在树枝上，南风在笛声中轻轻震颤，快活的牧童，结队来到蓝莹莹的河水边。
我的兄弟，我不愿意做孟加拉新时代的先驱，也不想为蒙昧的人们点亮文明的灯火；但愿我能投生在无忧树郁郁葱葱的密林里，投生在布林达的村庄中，那里，姑娘们搅动牛奶做奶酪。
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house， if only in some happy future I am born a herd boy in the Brinda forest.
The herd boy who grazes his cattle sitting under the banyan tree， and idly weaves gunja fowers into garlands， who loves to splash and plunge in the Jamuna's cool deep stream.
He calls his companions to wake up when morning dawns， and all the houses in the lane hum with the sound of the churn， clouds of dust are raised by the cattle， the maidens come out in the courtyard to milk the kine.
As the shadows deepen under the tomal trees， and the dusk gathers on the riverbanks； when the milkmaids， while crossing the turbulent water， tremble with fear； and loud peacocks， with tails outspread， dance in the forest， he watches the summer clouds.
When the April night is sweet as a fresh-blown fower， he disappears in the forest with a peacock's plume in his hair； the swing ropes are twined with fowers on the branches； the south wind throbs with music， and the merry shepherd boys crowd on the banks of the blue river.
No， I will never be the leader， brothers， of this new age of new Bengal； I shall not trouble to light the lamp of culture for the benighted. If only I could be born， under the shady Asoka groves， in some village of Brinda， where milk is churned by the maidens.
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我爱这铺满沙砾的河岸，鸭群在寂静的水塘里呷呷嬉戏，乌龟在阳光下晒暖；夜幕四垂时，漂泊的渔船停泊在高高的水草丛里。
你爱那盖满绿茵的河岸，茂密的竹林郁郁葱葱，汲水的姑娘们沿着蜿蜒的小径迤逦而行。
同一条河在我们中间流淌，向它的两岸低唱着同一支歌。我独自躺在星光下的沙滩上，倾听着：晨光熹微中，你一人坐在河岸边，倾听着，只是河水对我唱了什么，你不知道；它倾诉给你的，对我也永远是个难解的谜。
I loved the sandy bank where， in the lonely pools， ducks clamoured and turtles basked in the sun； where， with evening， stray fshing-boats took shelter in the shadow by the tall grass.
You loved the wooded bank where shadows were gathered in the arms of the bamboo thickets； where women came with their vessels through the winding lane.
The same river fowed between us， singing the same song to both its banks. I listened to it， lying alone on the sand under the stars； and you listened sitting by the edge of the slope in the early morning light.Only the words I heard from a it you did not know， and the secret it spoke to you was a mystery for ever to me.
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你站在半开的窗牖前，面纱微微撩起，等待着货郎来卖手镯脚铃。你懒散地望着，笨重的牛车在尘土飞扬的土路上叽嘎叽嘎地滚动着车轮。远处的河面上，天水相接处，帆樯缓缓飘动。
世界对你，就好似老奶奶摇动纺车时低声吟唱的小曲，无意义无目的，又充满随心所欲的想象。
但是，有谁知道，也许就在这闷热倦人的正午，那个陌生人提着满篮奇特的货物，已经上路？他响亮地呼唤着，路过你的门前时，你便会从依稀的梦中惊醒，将窗儿洞开，抛下面纱，走出房门，去迎接命运的安排。
Your window half-opened and veil half-raised you stand there waiting for the bangle-seller to come with his tinsel. You idly watch the heavy cart creak on in the dusty road， and the boat-mast crawling along the horizon across the far-off river.
The world to you is like an old woman's chant at her spinning-wheel， unmeaning rhymes crowded with random images.
But who knows if he is on his way this lazy sultry noon， the Stranger， carrying his basket of strange wares？He will pass by your door with his clear cry， and you shall fing open your window， cast off your veil， come out of the dusk of your dreams and meet your destiny.
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如果你偶然想起了我，我便为你唱歌。雨后的黄昏把她的阴影洒在河面上，把她黯淡的光缓缓拖向西方；斜晖脉脉，已不适于劳作或游戏。
你坐在向南的露台上，我在黑暗的房间里为你唱歌。暮色苍茫，从窗栊飘进湿润的绿叶的清香，预告雷雨将至的狂风在椰林中咆哮。
掌灯时分，我将离去。当你倾听着夜间的天籁，那时也许你能听到我的歌声，虽然我已不再唱歌。
I f by chance you think of me， I shall sing to you when the rainy evening loosens her shadows upon the river， slowly trailing her dim light towards the west， when the day's remnant is too narrow for work or for play.
You will sit alone in the balcony of the south， and I shall sing from the darkened room. In the growing dusk the smell of the wet leaves will come through the window； and the stormy winds will become clamorous in the cocoa-nut grove.
When the lighted lamp is brought into the room I shall go. And then， perhaps， you will listen to the night， and hear my song when I am silent.
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我梦见，她坐在我的床头，纤纤素手轻柔地抚弄我的头发，那爱抚像是在弹拨美妙的乐曲。我望着她的脸庞，双眸泪光闪闪，难言的隐痛将我惊醒。
我坐起来，望着窗外闪烁的星河，那寂静的星河隐藏着热情的火焰。不知此时此刻，她是否在做着相同的梦。
I dreamt that she sat by my head， tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers， playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face and struggled with my tears， till the agony of unspoken words burst my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window， like a world of silence on fire， and I wondered if at this moment she had a dream that rhymed with mine.
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隔着树篱，我们的视线相遇了。我想，我有一些话要对她说，而她却走开了。我要对她讲的话，像一叶扁舟日日夜夜，随时间的浪潮而颠簸起伏。我要对她讲的话，仿佛秋天的行云，无止无息地四处追寻，又仿佛变成了黄昏时盛开的花儿，在落霞间寻找它已失去的时光。我要对她讲的话，像萤火虫似的在我的心里熠熠闪光，在绝望的黄昏，探求它的深意。
I thought I had something to say to her when our eyes met across the hedge. But she passed away.And it rocks day and night， like a boat， on every wave of the hours， the word that I had to say to her.It seems to sail in the autumn clouds on an endless quest and to bloom into evening fowers， seeking its lost moment in the sunset.It twinkles like frefies in my heart， to fnd its meaning in the dusk of despair， the word that I had to say to her.
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春花怒放，就像我那未说出口的爱情灼热的痛苦。花儿的芬芳，带来了往日诗歌的回忆。我的心蓦地绽出希望的绿叶。我的爱人没有来，但我的四肢却感到了她的爱抚，穿过芳香的田野传来了她的声音。忧伤的天空的心底有她的凝视，但是，她的眼睛在哪里呢？薰风里飘飞着她的亲吻，但是，她的樱唇在哪里呢？
The spring flowers break out like the passionate pain of unspoken love. With their breath comes the memory of my old day songs.My heart of a sudden has put on green leaves of desire.My love came not， but her touch is in my limbs， and her voice comes across the fragrant felds.Her gaze is in the sad depth of the sky， but where are her eyes？Her kisses fit in the air， but where are her lips？
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像低垂的雨云，告别的时候来到了。我仅仅来得及用颤巍巍的双手，在你的手腕上系上一条红色的丝带。如今，正是摩怙阿花盛开的季节，我独自坐在草地上，一遍又一遍地暗自思索：“你腕上还系着那条红丝带吗？”