飞鸟集·新月集_泰戈尔-第16章
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你对于爸爸拿黑点子涂满了纸的两面，污损了许多许多张纸，心里以为怎样呢？
the wicked postman
why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent； tell me； mother dear？
the rain is ing in through the open window； making you all wet； and you don't mind it。
do you hear the gong striking four？ it is time for my brother to e home from school。
what has happened to you that you look so strange？
haven't you got a letter from father today？
i saw the postman bringing letters in his bag for almost everybody in the town。
only； father's letters he keeps to read himself。 i am sure the postman is a wicked man。
but don't be unhappy about that； mother dear。
tomorrow is market day in the next village。 you ask your maid to buy some pens and papers。
i myself will write all father's letters； you will not find a single mistake。
i shall write from a right up to k。
but； mother； why do you smile？
you don't believe that i can write as nicely as father does！
but i shall rule my paper carefully； and write all the letters beautifully big。
when i finish my writing； do you think i shall be so foolish as father and drop it into the horrid postman's bag？
i shall bring it to you myself without waiting； and letter by letter help you to read my writing。
i know the postman does not like to give you the really nice letters。
恶邮差
你为什么坐在那边地板上不言不动的？告诉我呀，亲爱的妈妈。
雨从开着的窗口打进来了，把你身上全打湿了，你却不管。
你听见钟已打了四下么？正是哥哥从学校里回家的时候了。
到底发生了什么事，你的神色这样不对？
你今天没有接到爸爸的信么？
我看见邮差在他的袋里带了许多信来，几乎镇里的每个人都分送到了。
只有爸爸的信，他留起来给他自己看。我确信这个邮差是个坏人。
但是不要因此不乐呀，亲爱的妈妈。
明天是邻村市集的日子。你叫女仆去买些笔和纸来。
我自己会写爸爸所写的一切信；使你找不出一点错处来。
我要从a字一直写到k字。
但是，妈妈，你为什么笑呢？
你不相信我能写得像爸爸一样好？
但是我将用心画格子，把所有的字母都写得又大又美。
当我写好了时，你以为我也像爸爸那样傻，把它投入可怕的邮差的袋中么？
我立刻就自己送来给你，而且一个字母，一个字母地帮助你读。
我知道那邮差是不肯把真正的好信送给你的。
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新月集 13
the hero
mother； let us imagine we are travelling and passing through a strange and dangerous country。
you are riding in a palanquin and i am trotting by you on a red horse。
it is evening and the sun goes down。 the waste of joradighi lies wan and grey before us。 the land is desolate and barren。
you are frightened and thinking —“i know not where we have e to。”
i say to you； “mother； do not be afraid。”
the meadow is prickly with spiky grass； and through it runs a narrow broken path。
there are no cattle to be seen in the wide field； they have gone to their village stalls。
it grows dark and dim on the land and sky； and we cannot tell where we are going。
suddenly you call me and ask me in a whisper； “what light is that near the bank？”
just then there bursts out a fearful yell； and figures e running towards us。
you sit crouched in your palanquin and repeat the names of the gods in prayer。
the bearers； shaking in terror； hide themselves in the thorny bush。
i shout to you； “don't be afraid； mother； i am here。”
with long sticks in their hands and hair all wild about their heads； they e nearer and nearer。
i shout； “have a care！ you villains！ one step more and you are dead men。”
they give another terrible yell and rush forward。
you clutch my hand and say； “dear boy； for heaven's sake； keep away from them。”
i say； “mother； just you watch me。”
then i spur my horse for a wild gallop； and my sword and buckler clash against each other。
the fight bees so fearful； mother； that it would give you a cold shudder could you see it from your palanquin。
many of them fly； and a great number are cut to pieces。
i know you are thinking； sitting all by yourself； that your boy must be dead by this time。
but i e to you all stained with blood； and say； “mother； the fight is over now。”
you e out and kiss me； pressing me to your heart； and you say to yourself；
“i don't know what i should do if i hadn't my boy to escort me。”
a thousand useless things happen day after day； and why couldn't such a thing e true by chance？
it would be like a story in a book。
my brother would say； “is it possible？ i always thought he was so delicate！”
our village people would all say in amazement； “was it not lucky that the boy was with his mother？”
英雄
妈妈，让我们想象我们正在旅行，经过一个陌生而危险的国土。
你坐在一顶轿子里，我骑着一匹红马，在你旁边跑着。
是黄昏的时候，太阳已经下山了。约拉地希的荒地疲乏而灰暗地展开在我们面前。大地是凄凉而荒芜的。
你害怕了，想道——“我不知道我们到了什么地方了。”
我对你说道：“妈妈，不要害怕。”
草地上刺蓬蓬地长着针尖似的草，一条狭而崎岖的小道通过这块草地。
在这片广大的地面上看不见一只牛；它们已经回到它们村里的牛棚里去了。
天色黑了下来，大地和天空都显得朦朦胧胧的，而我们不能说出我们正走向什么所在。
突然间，你叫我，悄悄地问我道：“靠近河岸的是什么火光呀？”
正在那个时候，一阵可怕的呐喊声爆发了，好些人影子向我们跑过来。
你蹲坐在你的轿子里，嘴里反复地祷念着神的名字。
轿夫们，怕得发抖，躲藏在荆棘丛中。
我向你喊道：“不要害怕，妈妈，有我在这里。”
他们手里执着长棒，头发披散着，越走越近了。
我喊道：“要当心！你们这些坏蛋！再向前走一步，你们就要送命了。”
他们又发出一阵可怕的呐喊声，向前冲过来。
你抓住我的手，说道：“好孩子，看在上天面上，躲开他们罢。”
我说道：“妈妈，你瞧我的。”
于是我刺策着我的马匹，猛奔过去，我的剑和盾彼此碰着作响。
这一场战斗是那么激烈，妈妈，如果你从轿子里看得见的话，你一定会发冷战的。
他们之中，许多人逃走了，还有好些人被砍杀了。
我知道你那时独自坐在那里，心里正在想着，你的孩子这时候一定已经死了。
但是我跑到你的跟前，浑身溅满了鲜血，说道：“妈妈，现在战争已经结束了。”
你从轿子里走出来，吻着我，把我搂在你的心头，你自言自语地说道：
“如果没有我的孩子护送我，我简直不知道怎么办才好。”
一千件无聊的事天天在发生，为什么这样一件事不能够偶然实现呢？
这很像一本书里的一个故事。
我的哥哥要说道：“这是可能的事么？我老是想，他是那么嫩弱呢！”
我们村里的人们都要惊讶地说道：“这孩子正和他妈妈在一起，这不是很幸运么？”
the end
it is time for me to go； mother； i am going。
when in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch out your arms for your baby in the bed； i shall say； “baby is not there！”—mother； i am going。
i shall bee a delicate draught of air and caress you； and i shall be ripples in the water when you bathe； and kiss you and kiss you again。
in the gusty night when the rain patters on the leaves you will hear my whisper in your bed； and my laughter will flash with the lightning through the open window into your room。
if you lie awake； thinking of your baby till late into the night； i shall sing to you from the stars； “sleep； mother； sleep。”
on the straying moonbeams i shall steal over your bed； and lie upon your bosom while you sleep。
i shall bee a dream； and through the little opening of your eyelids i shall slip into the depths of your sleep； and when you wake up and look round startled； like a twinkling firefly i shall flit out into the darkness。
when； on the great festival of puja； the neighbours' children e and play about the house； i shall melt into the music of the flute and throb in your heart all day。
dear auntie will e with puja…presents and will ask； “where is our baby； sister？” mother； you will tell her softly； “he is in the pupils of my eyes； he is in my body and in my soul。”
告别
是我走的时候了，妈妈，我走了。
当清寂的黎明，你在暗中伸出双臂，要抱你睡在床上的孩子时，我要说道：“孩子不在那里呀！”——妈妈，我走了。
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