新月集 作者:泰戈尔
The Crescent Moon By Rabindranath Tagore 英文 中文 双语对照 双语交替 首页 目录 上一章 下一章 | |
34.THE FIRST JASMINES
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AH, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
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I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines.
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I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
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I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight;
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Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.
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Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines that I held in my hand when I was a child.
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Many a glad day has come in my life, and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.
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On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.
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I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of bakulas woven by the hand of love.
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Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.
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