泰戈尔－玩具

Playthings

玩具

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，耍着折下来的小树枝。

I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.

我微笑地看你在那里玩着那根折下来的小树枝。

I am busy with my

accounts, adding up figures by the hour.

我正在忙着算帐，一小时一小时在那里加数字。

Perhaps you glance at me and thinks. “What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!”

也许你看着我，在想”这么没趣的游戏，竟然让你浪费了一个这么美好的早晨。 ”

Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.

孩子，我已经忘了全心全意地玩树枝和泥巴的艺术了。

I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.

我找寻贵重的玩具，收集金块和银块。

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，无论找到什么便去创造你快乐的游戏，我呢，却把我的时间与力气都浪费在那些我永不能得到的东西上。

In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.

我在脆薄的独木舟里挣扎着要航卜月月水欲望的大海，竟忘了我也是在那里玩游戏。