Solitary Wayfarer
[印度]羅賓德拉納德·泰戈爾
Rabindranath Tagore
在七月**雨的陰鬱中，
你邁著神秘的腳步，
如夜一般靜謐，
躲過了一切守望者。
現在，黎明已經合眼，
不理狂嘯東風的不懈呼喊，
一張厚重的紗幕遮住了永遠清醒的碧空。
林地裏，
歌聲歸於沉寂，
家家戶戶都關門了。
你是這淒清大街上孤獨的旅人。
噢，我惟一的朋友，
我的最愛，
我的家門敞開著——不要夢幻般走過。
In the deep shadows of the rainy July，
With secret steps，
Thou walkest， silent
As night， eluding all watchers.
To-day 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 eve-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.