The narrow winding road crosses many a mustard field； and many a mango forest。
It passes by the temple of the village and the market at the river landing place。
I stopped by this hut； I do not know why。
Years ago it was a day of breezy March when the murmur of the spring was languorous； and mango blossoms were dropping on the dust。
The rippling water leapt and licked the brass vessel that stood on the landing step。
I think of that day of breezy March； I do not know why。
Shadows are deepening and cattle returning to their folds。
The light is grey upon the lonely meadows； and the villagers are waiting for the ferry at the bank。 。 想看书来
园丁集 第九章（4）
I slowly return upon my steps； I do not know why。
The Gardener 15
I run as a musk…deer runs in the shadow of the forest mad with his own perfume。
The night is the night of mid…May； the breeze is the breeze of the south。
I lose my way and I wander； I seek what I cannot get； I get what I do not seek。
From my heart es out and dances the image of my own desire。
The gleaming vision flits on。
I try to clasp it firmly； it eludes me and leads me astray。
I seek what I cannot get； I get what I do not seek。
The Gardener 16
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes： thus 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 in unfinished。
This love between you and me is simple as a song。
Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk。
The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise。
It is a game of giving and withholding； revealing and screening again； some smiles and some little shyness； and some sweet useless struggles。
This love between you and me is simple as a song。
No mystery beyond the present； no striving for the 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 stray out of all words into the ever silent； 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 17
The yellow bird sings in their tree and makes my heart dance with gladness。
We both live in the same village； and that is our one piece of joy。
Her pair of pet lambs e to graze in the shade of our garden trees。
If they stray into our barley field； I take them up in my arms。
The name of our village is Khanjanu； and Anjanu they call our river。
My name is known to all the village； and her name is Ranjanu。
Only one field lies between us。
Bees that have hived in our grove go to seek honey in theirs。
Flowers launched from their landing…stairs e floating by the stream where we bathe。
Baskets of dried kusm flowers e from their fields to our market。
The name of our village is Khanjanu； and Anjanu they call our river。
My name is known to all the village； and her name is Ranjanu。
The lane that winds to their house is fragrant in the spring with mango flowers。
When their linseed is ripe for harvest the hemp is in bloom in our field。
The stars that smile on their cottage send us the same twinkling look。
The rain that floods their tank makes glad our kadam forest。
The name of our village is Khanjanu； and Anjanu they call our river。
My name is known to all the village； and her name is Ranjanu。
园丁集 第十章（1）
The Gardener 18
When the two sisters go to fetch water； they e to this spot and they smile。
They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water。
The two sisters whisper to each other when they pass this spot。
They must have guessed the secret of that somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water。
Their pitchers lurch suddenly； and water spills when they reach this spot。
They must have found out that somebody’s heart is beating who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water。
The two sisters glance at each other when they e to this spot； and they smile。
There is a laughter in their swift…stepping feet； which makes confusion in somebody’s mind who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water。
The Gardener 19
You walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your hip。
Why did you swiftly turn your face and peep at me through your fluttering veil？
That gleaming look from the dark came upon me like a breeze that sends a shiver through the rippling water and sweeps away to the shadowy shore。
It came to me like the bird of the evening that hurriedly flies across the lampless room from the one open window to the other； and disappears in the night。
You are hidden as a star behind the hills； and I am a passer…by upon the road。
But why did you stop for a moment and glance at my face through your veil while you walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your hip？
The Gardener 20
Day after day he es and goes away。
Go， and give him a flower from my hair； my friend。
If he asks who was it that sent it； I entreat you do not tell him my name—for he only es and goes away。
He sits on the dust under the tree。
Spread there a seat with flowers and leaves； my friend。
His eyes are sad； and they bring sadness to my heart。
He does not speak what he has in mind； he only es and goes away。
The Gardener 21
Why did he choose to e to my door； the wandering youth； when the day dawned？
As I e in and out I pass by him every time； and my eyes are caught by his face。
I know not if I should speak to him or keep silent。 Why did he choose to e to my door？
The cloudy nights in July are dark； the sky is soft blue in the autumn； the spring days are restless with the south wind。
He weaves his songs with fresh tunes every time。
I turn from my work and my eyes fill with the mist。 Why did he choose to e to my door？
The Gardener 22
When she passed by me with quick steps； the end of her skirt touched me。
From the unknown island of a heart came a sudden warm breath of spring。
A flutter of a flitting touch brushed me and vanished in a moment； like a torn flower petal blown in the breeze。
It fell upon my heart like a sigh of her body and whisper of her heart。
The Gardener 23
Why do you sit there and jingle your bracelets in mere idle sport？
Fill your pitcher。 It is time for you to e home。 电子书 分享网站
园丁集 第十章（2）
Why do you stir the water with your hands and fitfully glance at the road for some one in mere idle sport？
Fill your pitcher and e home。
The morning hours pass by—the dark waters flows on。
The waves are laughing and whispering to each other in mere idle sport。
The wandering clouds have gathered at the edge of the sky on yonder rise of the land。
They linger and look at your face and smile in mere idle sport。
Fill your pitcher and e home。
The Gardener 24
Do not keep to yourself the secret of your heart； my friend！
Say it to me； only to me； in secret。
You who smile so gently； softly whisper； my heart will hear it； not my ears。
The night is deep； the house is silent； the birds’ nests are surrounded with sleep。
Speak to me through hesitating tears； through faltering smiles； through sweet shame and pain； the secret of your heart！
The Gardener 25
“e to us； youth； tell us truly why there is madness in your eyes？”
“I know not what wine of wild poppy I have drunk； that there is this madness in my eyes。”
“Ah； shame！”
“Well； some are wise and some foolish； some are watchful and some careless。
There are eyes that smile and eyes that weep—and madness is in my eyes。”
“Youth； why do you stand so still under the shadow of the tree？”
“My feet are languid with the burden of my heart； and I stand sti