泰戈爾《新月集》第12期: 玩具 Playthings(雙語賞析)

　　CHILD, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning. 孩子，你真是快活呀，一早晨坐在泥土里，耍著折下來的小樹枝兒。

　　I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig. 我微笑地看你在那里耍著那根折下來的小樹枝兒。

　　I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour. 我正忙著算帳，一小時一小時在那里加疊數(shù)字。

　　Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!" 也許你在看我，想道：這種好沒趣的游戲，竟把你的一早晨的好時間浪費掉了!

　　Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies. 孩子，我忘了聚精會神玩耍樹枝與泥餅的方法了。

　　I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver. 我尋求貴重的玩具，收集金塊與銀塊。

　　With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain. 你呢，無論找到什么便去做你的快樂的游戲，我呢，卻把我的時間與力氣都浪費在那些我永不能得到的東西上。

　　In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game. 我在我的脆薄的獨木船里掙扎著要航過欲望之海，意忘了我也是在那里做游戲了。