独家记忆--The Gift

2010.01.01收到了一份手工新年礼物，上面手抄了我喜欢的这首诗，是这一年的第一份礼物。
谢谢你！

The Gift
礼物

Rabindranath Tagore
罗宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔

I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in stream of the world.
我想送你些东西，我的孩子，因为我们都在世界的溪流中漂泊。

Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten.
我们的生命将会被分开，我们的爱也将会被遗忘。

But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts.
但是我不会如此愚蠢地去希望我能用我的礼物来收买你的心。

Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.
你的生命正当年轻，你的路还很漫长，你饮尽我们给你的爱，就转身离开我们了。

You have your play and playmates. What harm is there if you have no time or thought us.
你有你的游戏，你的玩伴。如果你没有时间和我们在一起，或者不曾想到我们，那又有什么关系呢？

We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost forever.
在我们年老的时候，自然会有许多闲暇的时间，去细数那往昔的时光，把从我们手中永久失去的东西，放在心里好好珍藏。

The river runs swift with a song, breaking through all barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her with his love.
河流唱着歌奔流而去，冲破所有堤防；然而山峰却仍屹立在那里，追忆着，依依不舍地跟随着她。


谢谢你的用心！
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