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.

好几年前，三月风吹的一天，春天倦慵地低语，芒果花落在地上。

The rippling water leapt and licked the brass vessel that stood on the landing step.

浪花跳起掠过立在渡头阶沿上的铜瓶。

I think of that day of breezy March, I do not know why.

我想着三月风吹的这一天，我不知道为什么。

Shadows are deepening and cattle returning to their folds.

阴影更深，牛群归栏。

The light is grey upon the loenly meadows, and the villagers are waiting for the ferry at the bank.

冷落的牧场上日色苍白，村人在河边待渡。

I slowly return upon my steps, I do not know why.

我缓步回去，我不知道为什么。

From The Gardener, Written By Rabindranath Tagore

Translated by Bingxin

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