吉檀迦利  第六章（1）

    52. thy mighty sht i should ask of thee——but i dared not——the rose , ments on the bed. and like a beggar i searched in the dahty s as a flame, heavy as a bolt of thunder. the young light of morning comes through the  bird tot?" no, it is no floift is this of thine. i can find no place to hide it. i am ashamed to ift of thine.

    from no and  in corners, no more coyness and siven me thy sly ht in myriad-coloured jehtning like the outspread s of the divine bird of vishnu, perfectly poised in the angry red light of the sunset.

    it quivers like the one last response of life in ecstasy of pain at the final stroke of death; it shines like the pure flame of being burning up earthly sense ems; but thy sht  from thee; i uttered not my name to thine ear. one home  is  on to noon."but i languidly lingered aue musings.

    i heard not thy steps as thou camest. thine eyes  from the unseen dark, and perfume of babla floive  to my heart and enfold it in s hour is late, the bird sings in  leaves rustle overhead and i sit and think and think.

    你的手镯真是美丽，镶着星辰，精巧地嵌着五光十色的珠宝。但我觉得你的宝剑才是最美的，那弯曲的光芒像毗湿奴的神鸟展开的双翼，完美地平悬在落日怒发的红光里。

    它颤抖着像人之将死时的最后一击，痛苦昏迷中的最后反应。它闪耀着像将烬的世情之纯焰，最后猛烈地一闪。

    你的手镯真是美丽，星星点点嵌满宝石。但是你的宝剑，呵，雷霆的主，铸得美丽非凡，看到想到的都是可畏。</p>

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