新月集 6

　　THE ASTRONOMER

　　I only said, “When in the evening the round full moon gets entangled among the branches of that Kadam tree, couldn't somebody catch it?”

　　But dada laughed at me and said, “Baby, you are the silliest child I have ever known. The moon is ever so far from us, how could anybody catch it?”

　　I said, “Dada, how foolish you are! When mother looks out of her window and smiles down at us playing, would you call her far away?”

　　Still dada said, “You are a stupid child! But, baby, where could you find a net big enough to catch the moon with?”

　　I said, “Surely you could catch it with your hands.”

　　But dada laughed and said, “You are the silliest child I have known. If it came nearer, you would see how big the moon is.”

　　I said, “Dada, what nonsense they teach at your school! When mother bends her face down to kiss us does her face look very big?”

　　But still dada says, “You are a stupid child.”

　　天文家

　　我不过说：“当傍晚圆圆的满月挂在迦昙波的枝头时，有人能去捉住它么？”

　　哥哥却对我笑道：“孩子呀，你真是我所见到的顶顶傻的孩子。月亮离我们这样远，谁能去捉住它呢？”

　　我说：“哥哥，你真傻！当妈妈向窗外探望，微笑着往下看我们游戏时，你也能说她远么？”

　　哥哥还是说：“你这个傻孩子！但是，孩子，你到哪里去找一个大得能逮住月亮的网呢？”

　　我说：“你自然可以用双手去捉住它呀。”

　　但哥哥还是笑着说：“你真是我所见到的顶顶傻的孩子！如果月亮走近了，你便知道它是多么大了。”

　　我说：“哥哥，你们学校里所教的，真是没有用呀！当妈妈低下脸儿跟我们亲嘴时，她的脸看来也是很大的么？”

　　但哥哥还是说：“你真是一个傻孩子。”

　　CLOUDS AND WAVES

　　Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me—

　　“We play from the time we wake till the day ends.

　　“We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.”

　　I ask, “But, how am I to get up to you?”

　　They answer, “Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds.”

　　“My mother is waiting for me at home,” I say， “How can I leave her and come?”

　　Then they smile and float away.

　　But I know a nicer game than that, mother.

　　I shall be the cloud and you the moon.

　　I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky.

　　The folk who live in the waves call out to me—

　　“We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know not where we pass.”

　　I ask, “But, how am I to join you?”

　　They tell me, “Come to the edge of the shore and stand with your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves.”

　　I say, “My mother always wants me at home in the evening—how can I leave her and go?”

　　Then they smile, dance and pass by.

　　But I know a better game than that.

　　I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.

　　I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter.

　　And no one in the world will know where we both are.

　　云与波

　　妈妈，住在云端的人对我唤道——

　　“我们从醒的时候游戏到白日终止。

　　“我们与黄金色的曙光游戏，我们与银白色的月亮游戏。”

　　我问道：“但是，我怎么能够上你那里去呢？”

　　他们答道：“你到地球的边上来，举手向天，就可以被接到云端里来了。”

　　“我妈妈在家里等我呢，”我说，“我怎么能离开她而来呢？”

　　于是他们微笑着浮游而去。

　　但是我知道一件比这更好的游戏，妈妈。

　　我做云，你做月亮。

　　我用两只手遮盖你，我们的屋顶就是青碧的天空。

　　住在波浪上的人对我唤道——

　　“我们从早晨唱歌到晚上；我们前进又前进地旅行，也不知我们所经过的是什么地方。”

　　我问道：“但是，我怎么才能加入你们的队伍呢？”

　　他们告诉我说：“来到岸旁，站在那里，紧闭你的两眼，你就被带到波浪上来了。”

　　我说：“傍晚的时候，我妈妈常要我在家里——我怎么能离开她而去呢？”

　　于是他们微笑着，跳着舞奔流过去。

　　但是我知道一件比这更好的游戏。

　　我是波浪，你是陌生的岸。

　　我奔流而进，进，进，笑哈哈地撞碎在你的膝上。

　　世界上就没有一个人会知道我们俩在什么地方。

　　THE CHAMPA FLOWER

　　Supposing I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?

　　You would call, “Baby, where are you?” and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.

　　I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.

　　When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me.

　　When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ramayana, and the tree's shadow fell over your hair and your lap, I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book, just where you were reading.

　　But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child?

　　When in the evening you went to the cowshed with the lighted lamp in your hand, I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more, and beg you to tell me a story.

　　“Where have you been, you naughty child?”

　　“I won't tell you, mother.” That's what you and I would say then.

　　金色花

　　假如我变了一朵金色花，为了好玩，长在树的高枝上，笑嘻嘻地在空中摇摆，又在新叶上跳舞，妈妈，你会认识我么？

　　你要是叫道：“孩子，你在哪里呀？”我暗暗地在那里匿笑，却一声儿不响。

　　我要悄悄地开放花瓣儿，看着你工作。

　　当你沐浴后，湿发披在两肩，穿过金色花的林荫，走到做祷告的小庭院时，你会嗅到这花香，却不知道这香气是从我身上来的。

　　当你吃过午饭，坐在窗前读《罗摩衍那》，那棵树的阴影落在你的头发与膝上时，我便要将我小小的影子投在你的书页上，正投在你所读的地方。

　　但是你会猜得出这就是你孩子的小小影子么？

　　当你黄昏时拿了灯到牛棚里去，我便要突然地再落到地上来，又成了你的孩子，求你讲故事给我听。

　　“你到哪里去了，你这坏孩子？”

　　“我不告诉你，妈妈。”这就是你同我那时所要说的话了。