泰戈尔诗7

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３１.当我到这里那里旅行着时，路呀，我厌倦你了；当是现在，当你引导我到
6 X* P  p4 N6 S, h. O各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
; ~  J: }+ s! g6 e1 l. jWhen I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road,but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love.
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  \4 e' U0 g0 \+ o' ~32.让我设想，在群星之中，有一颗星是指导着我的生命通过不可知的黑暗的。
& y+ k4 d1 t; mLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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33.妇人，你用了你美丽的手指，触着我的什物，秩序便如音乐似的生出来了。
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
( Q$ W3 }+ u0 n" u1 ~* @) gOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
  {" O5 l( h' Z' d* uIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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( z4 P: i  y: j, R; L35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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: d/ e' b0 O: m4 J36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

4 N9 d9 O1 K& |9 w: W+ {37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
' b8 d* K& A/ ?( L6 D( \Wash thy soul with silence.
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38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
1 i* i/ i3 T0 v* G( M0 HGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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+ I- _9 @' v% w39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
) n( I% ]+ }/ R# |! _0 b出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
, L* l* p1 h, G0 e4 }7 GThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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- t! |- [( @$ k- w0 e8 D40.我的思想随着这些闪耀的绿叶而闪耀；我的心灵因了这日光的抚触而歌唱；我的生命因为偕了万物一同浮泛在空间的蔚蓝，时间的墨黑而感到欢快.
. m( t: q0 h  ]; Z' E. J9 EMy thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time.

' `6 H7 L! \3 T1 a1 P9 O6 E# P41.神的巨大的威权是在柔和的微（风思）里，而不在狂风暴雨之中。
4 V; ?! {5 \( L: }" K) ^God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

42.在梦中，一切事都散漫着，都压着我，但这不过是一个梦呀。但我醒来时，
$ N$ X. k% @9 r+ _7 R* Q我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
; }$ D# W% t, A* TThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
# ]2 @! X. X" u4 O7 }1 H: D& K$ XI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
# p, l2 ?+ u% B6 y! \) |瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
, J" X7 H2 S, ~# q/ c  II shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
9 W& t+ Z6 P6 }/ Z4 V/ f; [5 \By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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46.大的不怕与小的同游。
2 o0 Z* E& @0 \) A: Y2 B居中的却远而避之。
4 g- V/ r) k! QThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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% `) U1 u- U1 f) k. K7 L47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
( U6 a3 o# X8 u, ]2 JPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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49.当我们以我们的充实为乐时，那末，我们便能很快乐地跟我们的果实分手了。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

4 ?' S' ?! Y# T# S, ?8 ~: \. j50.雨点吻着大地，微语道：“我们是你的思家的孩子，母亲，现在从天上回到你这里来了。”
# _  ^0 Z3 d* G. ]& \- a% z. k! EThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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7 N, ?% n. Q! n7 J' v; |, j, }) m- C51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
9 z2 P, j* n* i4 E) q, kThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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8 M) H# g% Z( R. |( Q% J52.爱情呀，当你手里拿着点亮了的痛苦之灯走来时，我能够看见你的脸，而且以你为幸福。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
天上的星不回答它。
0 C0 z2 T# R$ b" `( MThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

2 U* n  a5 W: }  `% h# V/ \- W54.在黄昏的微光里，有那清晨的鸟儿来到了我的沉默的鸟巢里。
5 k) n# c! c4 ^- _) XIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
' A( b( s( Y" [8 S" }$ u  R9 Rthe nest of my silence.
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55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
2 ?0 h- C0 a1 Y( V6 fI hear the voice of their wings.

56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
# U" X- i2 K" F$ NThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

7 N& d; E/ B4 Z5 p  d" x8 }3 R57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
3 ^6 F- I$ C/ J# yin songs.

' m6 H7 L7 `& C0 C2 K3 a/ w58.压迫着我的，到底是我的想要外出的灵魂呢，还是那世界的灵魂，敲着我心的门，想要进来呢？
( e9 S; C- E; H* T5 AThat which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open,or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?
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" H5 B' i" U6 e59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
$ e3 d, L" {# w% y* y: q7 uI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
4 g5 T% g" Q2 T/ Afilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
5 }8 F3 c3 ]9 d( V; w: ^1 \2 S8 C很喜欢泰戈尔的散文诗。

t192424

说到泰戈尔，你要把他的那篇“萤火虫”带来才好

t192424

你对谁，也不负债蒙恩……的那首