泰戈尔诗7

llhn123456

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
各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
1 G" b3 c6 j2 e( MWhen 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.

. i( Q3 r; s% o; e  o' k- ~( I32.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。
( d$ [. y) \- ]7 o- L7 J6 ^9 HLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

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。
: f' e- m# ?8 FWoman, 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。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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, `2 u( R, a- s6 C/ p35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
& u- K; |  ]& {# M把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
% K1 ]3 z% ^5 R6 `The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
$ F* X: `. c9 N: J, sSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

2 j. s+ v+ p8 J, w# X% e: @36.我有群星在天上，
. }$ u" V! m" Z  l$ t但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
# p: E3 d6 I, d4 z6 w: X. p! _I have my stars in the sky.
' F2 z0 s8 ?0 X! a( J/ k, F  T- rBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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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.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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. }! c7 b0 G9 B) O; P* B( \6 Z+ Y' L38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
8 C( B: v6 Z( l6 U  tGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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/ A( m+ H3 z" [- G8 v- ]$ w39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
8 p4 A8 n! T  e" t: jThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

& z! ^* f& d: w40.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.
( A" }, ~+ v7 A* V' b  KMy 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.

* t, a6 }4 q- k1 W41.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。
2 g% C& ?( P% o) z3 E, A. \- y$ p# ~8 VGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

7 ]  O! L. O# j5 i+ B42.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，
2 u4 k# y$ b1 }  j7 j: |我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
' p6 `7 v5 c. |4 T7 ~This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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+ a5 T$ V7 I4 R0 c8 N1 |43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
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.
8 {4 B0 q+ n. lI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

# T+ R  \! s5 F# @44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
- }4 K5 w0 g& h* V# DBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

& G: [- R, Z$ Z+ s45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
( n% K0 R/ K/ r' K; P- w! JSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

/ `2 {7 J2 n- `$ F/ Q46.大的不怕与小的同游。
/ C/ W1 m9 t; E6 a2 c% H* B( J居中的却远而避之。
. i6 U% m. T" d0 l' M- S5 ?+ t/ jThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

- C3 r  u! w' T" b0 ~47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
5 [" Q& V) p: p3 T" x2 tThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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+ i0 c$ U; N' T' t! v* Y7 j48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
3 l7 N1 s* [4 Q6 G% o7 _Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

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。
* Y0 ?: ?$ H+ ^When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

50.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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
% @+ m  B" O) ~/ q( D% W' Schildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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* |0 [  U) E( E. \51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
4 z# S0 p; J7 mThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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52.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。
/ ?5 r" j0 b' [5 [. fLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
5 q2 ~9 ^* p! j& qI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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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。”
% h1 O, ?( T( \  e; I# [' t- W* e天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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% V* a- g. y. t" K  n* K) M54.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。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
5 Q; t' n( G8 L4 N6 i) Hthe nest of my silence.

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.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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* L; T* q& E$ m6 g# Q& C56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
; ?4 a1 z" Z2 {The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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57.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
4 [" k; Y4 [( q% r# U) |4 Cin songs.
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58.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？
That 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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59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
, D+ H6 y: w7 S9 @8 G+ L& DThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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  r$ k- B, x9 k$ [$ F* r60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
8 o3 X; L# t* q& o$ @0 A) C2 n  l4 k1 YI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
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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
+ K  u* ~% m) 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