關於泰戈爾的英文詩鑑賞

　　詩人對自然充滿無限深情,他熱愛自然並瞭解自然,在與自然的神祕交流中感悟體驗,從而寫下無數智慧的詩篇。由此我們可以發現,泰戈爾的詩歌沉思與自然有著親密的聯絡。下面是小編帶來的，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　英雄 THE HERO

　　媽媽，讓我們想象我們正在旅行，經過一個陌生而危險的國土。

　　You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on a red horse.

　　你坐在一頂轎子裡，我騎著一匹紅馬，在你旁邊跑著。

　　It is evening and the sun goes down. The waste of Joradighi lies wan and grey before us. The land is desolate and barren.

　　是黃昏的時候，太陽已經下山了。約拉地希的荒地疲乏而灰暗地展開在我們面前，大地是淒涼而荒蕪的。

　　You are frightened and thinking--"I know not where we have come to."

　　你害怕了，想道——“我不知道我們到了什麼地方了。”

　　I say to you, "Mother, do not be afraid."

　　我對你說道：“媽媽，不要害怕。”

　　The meadow is prickly with spiky grass, and through it runs a narrow broken path.

　　草地上刺蓬蓬地長著針尖似的草，一條狹而崎嶇的小道通過這塊草地。

　　There are no cattle to be seen in the wide field; they have gone to their village stalls.

　　在這片廣大的地面上看不見一隻牛;它們已經回到它們村裡的牛棚去了。

　　It grows dark and dim on the land and sky, and we cannot tell where we are going.

　　天色黑了下來，大地和天空都顯得朦朦朧朧的，而我們不能說出我們正走向什麼所在。

　　Suddenly you call me and ask me in a whisper, "What light is that near the bank?"

　　突然間，你叫我，悄悄地問我道：“靠近河岸的是什麼火光呀?”

　　Just then there bursts out a fearful yell, and figures come running towards us.

　　正在那個時候，一陣可怕的吶喊聲爆發了，好些人影子向我們跑過來。

　　You sit crouched in your palanquin and repeat the names of the gods in prayer.

　　你蹲坐在你的轎子裡，嘴裡反覆地禱唸著神的名字。

　　The bearers, shaking in terror, hide themselves in the thorny bush.

　　轎伕們，怕得發抖，躲藏在荊棘叢中。

　　I shout to you, "Don't be afraid, mother. I am here."

　　我向你喊道：“不要害怕，媽媽，有我在這裡。”

　　With long sticks in their hands and hair all wild about their heads, they come nearer and nearer.

　　他們手裡執著長棒，頭髮披散著，越走越近了。

　　I shout, "Have a care! you villains! One step more and you are dead men."

　　我喊道：“要當心!你們這些壞蛋!再向前走一步，你們就要送命了。”

　　They give another terrible yell and rush forward.

　　他們又發出一陣可怕的吶喊聲，向前衝過來。

　　You clutch my hand and say, "Dear boy, for heaven's sake, keep away from them."

　　你抓住我的手，說道：“好孩子，看在上天面上，躲開他們罷。”

　　I say, "Mother, just you watch me."

　　我說道：“媽媽，你瞧我的。”

　　Then I spur my horse for a wild gallop, and my sword and buckler clash against each other.

　　於是我刺策著我的馬匹，猛奔過去，我的劍和盾彼此碰著作響。

　　The fight becomes so fearful, mother, that it would give you a cold shudder could you see it from your palanquin.

　　這一場戰鬥是那麼激烈，媽媽，如果你從轎子裡看得見的話，你一定會發冷戰的。

　　Many of them fly, and a great number are cut to pieces.

　　他們之中，許多人逃走了，還有好些人被砍殺了。

　　I know you are thinking, sitting all by yourself, that your boy must be dead by this time.

　　我知道你那時獨自坐在那裡，心裡正在想著，你的孩子這時候一定已經死了。

　　But I come to you all stained with blood, and say, "Mother, the fight is over now."

　　但是我跑到你的跟前，渾身濺滿了鮮血，說道：“媽媽，現在戰爭已經結束了。”

　　You come out and kiss me, pressing me to your heart, and you say to yourself,

　　你從轎子裡走出來，吻著我，把我摟在你的心頭，你自言自語地說道：

　　"I don't know what I should do if I hadn't my boy to escort me."

　　“如果我沒有我的孩子護送我，我簡直不知道怎麼辦才好。”

　　A thousand useless things happen day after day, and why couldn't such a thing come true by chance?

　　一千件無聊的事天天在發生，為什麼這樣一件事不能夠偶然實現呢?

　　It would be like a story in a book.

　　這很像一本書裡的一個故事。

　　My brother would say, "Is it possible? I always thought he was so delicate!"

　　我的哥哥要說道：“這是可能的事麼?我老是在想，他是那麼嫩弱呢!”

　　Our village people would all say in amazement, "Was it not lucky that the boy was with his mother?"

　　我們村裡的人們都要驚訝地說道：“這孩子正和他媽媽在一起，這不是很幸運麼?”

　　篇二

　　第一株茉莉 THE FIRST JASMINE

　　呵，這些茉莉花，這些白的茉莉花!

　　I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

　　我彷彿記得我第一次雙手滿捧著這些茉莉花，這些白的茉莉花的時候。

　　I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;

　　我喜愛那日光，那天空，那綠色的大地;

　　I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight;

　　我聽見那河水淙淙的流聲，在黑漆的午夜裡傳過來;

　　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.

　　秋天的夕陽，在荒原上大路轉角處迎我，如新婦揭起她的面紗迎接她的愛人。

　　Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines that I held in my hand when I was a child.

　　但我想起孩提時第一次捧在手裡的白茉莉，心裡充滿著甜蜜的回憶。

　　Many a glad day has come in my life, and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.

　　我生平有過許多快活的日子，在節日宴會的晚上，我曾跟著說笑話的人大笑。

　　On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.

　　在灰暗的雨天的早晨，我吟哦過許多飄逸的詩篇。

　　I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of bakulas woven by the hand of love.

　　我頸上戴過愛人手織的醉花的花圈，作為晚裝。

　　Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.

　　但我想起孩提時第一次捧在手裡的白茉莉，心裡充滿著甜蜜的回憶。

　　篇三

　　召喚 THE RECALL

　　她走的時候，夜間黑漆漆的，他們都睡了。

　　The night is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, my darling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you came for a moment while stars are gazing at stars."

　　現在，夜間也是黑漆漆的，我喚她道：“回來，我的寶貝;世界都在沉睡，當星星互相凝視的時候，你來一會兒是沒有人會知道的。”

　　She went away when the trees were in bud and the spring was young.

　　她走的時候，樹木正在萌芽，春光剛剛來到。

　　Now the flowers are in high bloom and I call, "Come back, my darling. The children gather and scatter flowers in reckless sport. And if you come and take one little blossom no one will miss it."

　　現在花已盛開，我喚道：“回來，我的寶貝。孩子們漫不經心地在遊戲，把花聚在一起，又把它們散開。你如走來，拿一朵小花去，沒有人會發覺的。”

　　Those that used to play are playing still, so spendthrift is life.

　　常常在遊戲的那些人，仍然還在那裡遊戲，生命總是如此地浪費。

　　I listen to their chatter and call, "Come back, my darling, for mother's heart is full to the brim with love, and if you come to snatch only one little kiss from her no one will grudge it."

　　我靜聽他們的空談，便喚道：“回來，我的寶貝，媽媽的心裡充滿著愛，你如走來，僅僅從她那裡接一個小小的吻，沒有人會妒忌的。”