Rabindranath Tagore - The First Jasmines 汉译

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!                 <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

I seem to remember the first day when I filled    

my hands with these jasmines, these white                         

jasmines.                                                 

I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the                   

green earth;                                                   

I have heard the liquid murmur of the river                      

through the darkness of midnight;                      

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.               

Yet my memory is still sweet with the first         

white jasmines that I held in my hand                    

when I was a child.                                                                       

Many a glad day has come in my life, and                       

I have laughed with merrymakers on festival                            

nights.                                                  

On grey mornings of rain I have crooned                   

many an idle song.                                      

I have worn round my neck the evening             

wreath of bakulas woven by the hand of                              

love.                                                                                    

Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of          

the first fresh jasmines that filled my            

hands when I was a child.