泰戈尔——孤独的旅人

孤独的旅人
　　In the deep shadows of the rainy July ,with secret steps,
　　Thou walkest,silent as night ,eluding all watchers.
　　Today the morning has closed its eyes ,
　　Heedless of the insistent calls of the loud east wind ,
　　And a thick veil has been drawn over the ever-wakeful blue sky.
　　The woodlands have hushed their songs,
　　And doors are all shut at every house .
　　thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street.
　　Oh my only friend,my best beloved,
　　The gates are open in my house -do not pass by like a dream.
　　在七月淫雨的忧郁中，你迈着神秘的步子
　　如夜一般的沉寂，躲过了一切守望者
　　现在，黎明已经合眼
　　不理会狂啸东风的不懈呼唤
　　一张厚重的纱幕遮住了永远清醒的碧空
　　林地里，歌声止住
　　家家户户闭上了门
　　凄清的大街上，你这孤独的旅人
　　噢，我唯一的朋友，我的最爱
　　我的家门敞开着——请不要如梦幻般从我面前