23
Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?
译文：
在这暴风雨夜，你还在外面继续爱的旅行吗，我的朋友？天空像绝望者在哀嚎。
我一夜无眠，不断开门向黑暗中张望，我的朋友！
我什么都看不见，猜度你从哪条路来！
我的朋友，你怎么摸索到我这里来，是沿着墨黑的河岸，是绕过遥远的愁林，还是穿过曲折的幽径？
翻译手记：
孟加拉语原作为《献歌集》第20首。
这首诗，可与《飞鸟集》第307首对照阅读，两首诗从不同的角度写同一件事。我期待朋友不辞艰难来拜访我，我也会不辞艰难去拜访朋友。
Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world.
But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend.
译文：
天气阴沉，光在蹙眉的云下，如被责罚的孩子，苍白的脸上挂着泪痕，寒风呼号，像一个受伤的世界。
但我知道我正在去见朋友的路上。
