Roaming Cloud
by Rabindranath Tagore
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn
uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious!
Thy touch has not yet melted my vapor,
making me one ith thy light,
and thus I count months and years separated from thee.
If this be thy ish and if this be thy play,
then take this fleeting emptiness of mine,
paint it ith colors, gild it ith gold,
float it on the anton ind and spread it in varied onders.
And again hen it shall be thy ish to end this play at night,
I shall melt and vanish aay in the dark,
or it may be in a smile of the hite morning,
in a coolness of purity transparent.
游云
罗宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔(著)
我像秋天里的一片残云,
无助地飘拂在天空里，啊，我那永远光辉灿烂的太阳！
你的触摸还没有把我的水汽融化，
就使我与你的明亮合成为一体，
从而使我计算着同你离开了几月还是几年。
假如这是你的愿望,假如这是你的游戏，
于是请你接受我那流逝着的空虚，
把它染上颜色、涂上真金，
使它飘浮在那肆无忌惮的风里，铺设成为各种各样的奇迹，
假如你希望在这夜晚里结束这场游戏,
我将溶化和消失在黑暗里。
也可能这只是白色早晨的微笑，
在那一篇冰凉纯净的透明里。
