Question

泰戈尔爱情名言

Answer 1

　　想要行善的人在门外敲著门；爱人的，看见门是敞开的。

　　手儿相牵，眼儿相恋；就这样开始了我们心路的历程。

　　在三月里的月明之夜，空气中满是凤仙花的芳香，我的横笛遗落在地上，而你的花环也没有编好。

　　你我之间的这爱简单如歌。

　　你藏红的面纱使我双眼痴迷。

　　你为我编织的茉莉花环像奖赏般令我心颤动。

　　这是一个欲赠还留、若隐若现的游戏；有些许微笑，些许羞怯，些许甜蜜的半推半就。

　　你我之间的这爱简单如歌。

　　没有现实以外的神秘，不强求奇迹，魅力后面没有阴影，不用在黑暗深处摸索。

　　你我之间的这爱简单如歌。

　　我们没有背离所有的言辞进入永远的沉默，我们没有把手举向虚空以求奢望之物。

　　我们付出的和我们获取的已足够。

　　我们未曾极尽欢乐而从中榨出苦难之酒。

　　你我之间的这爱简单如歌。

　　but i dare not, for fear you should laugh.

　　that is why i laugh at myself and shatter my secret in

　　jest.

　　i make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.

　　but i dare not, being afraid that you would not

　　believe them.

　　that is why i disguise them in untruth, saying the

　　contrary of what i mean.

　　i make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should

　　do so.

　　but i dare not, fearing i should not be paid with

　　like value.

　　that is why i give you hard names and boast of my

　　callous strength.

　　i hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.

　　come out at my lips.

　　that is why i prattle and chatter lightly and hide my

　　heart behind words.

　　i rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.

　　my cowardice should become know to you.

　　that is why i hold my head high and carelessly come

　　into your presence.

　　constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for

　　ever.

　　---- the gardener: 41

　　begins the record of our hearts.

　　it is the moonlit night of march; the sweet smell of henna

　　is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected

　　and your garland of flowers is unfinished.

　　this love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　shyness, and some sweet useless struggles.

　　this love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no

　　groping in the depth of the dark.

　　this love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　we do not raise our hands to the void for things

　　beyond hope.

　　it is enough what we give and we get.

　　we have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring

　　from it the wine of pain.

　　this love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　---- the gardener: 16

　　begins the record of our hearts.

　　it is the moonlit night of march; the sweet smell of henna

　　is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected

　　and your garland of flowers is unfinished.

　　this love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　shyness, and some sweet useless struggles.

　　this love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no

　　groping in the depth of the dark.

　　this love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　we do not raise our hands to the void for things

　　beyond hope.

　　it is enough what we give and we get.

　　we have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring

　　from it the wine of pain.

　　this love between you and me is simple as a song.

　　---- the gardener: 16