泰戈尔︱致读者

（园丁集第85首）

你是什么人，

读者，

百年后阅读着我的诗？

我不能从春天的财富里送你一朵花，

从天边的云彩里送你一片金影。

开起门来四望吧。

从你的群花盛开的园子里，

采取百年前消逝了的花儿的芬芳记忆。

在你心的欢乐里，

愿你感到一个春晨吟唱的活的欢乐，

把它快乐的声音，

传过一百年的时间。

Who are you, 

reader, 

reading my poems a hundred years hence?

I cannot send you a single flower from this wealth of the spring, 

one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.

Open your doors and look abroad.

From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of a hundred years before.

In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, 

sending its glad voice across a hundred years.