[诗歌欣赏]泰戈尔《飞鸟集》节选（二）

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes　　love to you.

静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.　Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。

Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high

不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。