His own mornings are new surprises to God.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
———Rabindranath Tagore
神自己的清晨，在他自己看来也是新奇的。
生命从世界得到资产，爱情使它得到价值。
《飞鸟集》带来的震撼与感动，在于对爱与美的憧憬，在于自然之中的无限理趣，在于宇宙星辰的浩瀚无边与森林大海的生机无限，在于此中呈现出的对于生活的热爱。
读诗，或许就是在这些对于无限世界感动之中，以及对于自我局限的认知之中，成就一个更好的自己吧。
毕竟，每天都是新的一天呢。
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
干枯的河床，并不感谢它的过去。
鸟儿愿为一朵云。
云儿愿为一只鸟。
瀑布歌唱道：“我得到自由时便有了歌声了。”
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.
我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。
是为了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾记得的小小需要。
妇人，你在料理家务的时候你的手足歌唱着，正如山间的溪水歌唱着在小石中流过。
当太阳横过西方的海面时，对着东方留下他的最后的敬礼。
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
不要因为你自己没有胃口而去责备你的食物。
群树像表示大地的愿望似的，踮起脚来向天空窥望。
你微微的笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing.
But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的。
但是，人类却兼有海里的沉默、地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。
世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
他把他的刀剑当作他的上帝。
当他的刀剑胜利的时候他自己却失败了。
God finds himself by creating.
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
神从创造中找到他自己。
阴影带上她的面幕，秘密地，温顺地，用她沉默的爱的脚步，跟在光的后边。
群星不怕显得像萤火那样。
飞鸟向往天空，凋谢向往生机，瞬息向往永恒。
我们知道，那是自由的力量，那是生命的力量。
在平静与创造的交界之处，
我们享受在喜悦与悲伤。
真正博大深邃的事物，不会理睬无关痛痒的抨击。
别因着细微之事而颓唐，
要相信美的力量，
不负最初的信仰，
终有一日，我们将变得更加勇敢坚强，
像繁星一样闪亮。
（译文：郑振铎）
