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。
2 u3 [5 h2 d- s9 h% `3 \% \When 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.

2 H# Z6 z! f. p( L- A, |- E3 Z5 }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。
Let 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。
& `, ~" h; m: m  C& L7 R. t& R' k0 mWoman, 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。　　　　
, e! H$ l+ w. }3 B* q' d6 |6 S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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35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
% F& Y, Z/ I6 T* i1 P2 a+ z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.

36.我有群星在天上，
4 P" M% K  _7 r, Y" A7 @但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
) @8 ?# V9 y5 u9 X: vI have my stars in the sky.
( G% W# k) l& p. rBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
5 T* n, G# y; W& ]6 P用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
5 N" h" k9 n5 P0 GThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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; n% p/ B$ R( J) s8 j38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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39.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。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
8 S7 b9 J) S: p5 Z) VCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

* ~. l! y& Y. r: h* \; C40.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.
, p0 P( }+ V3 ~" I9 A. y. `  `* YMy 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.

2 x2 F4 v. x1 T* ?$ H& 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。
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

3 U7 _% z) v' d, x42.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，
我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
1 {2 r/ k( W9 G# M; Z  ]This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
+ _! E( q( g' q$ MI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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3 C! A& S; n( ]6 B5 |  w+ U43.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.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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. K1 J" v# m7 y* F5 }# n" d44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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* |: G, S  R& [- X45.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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$ i8 {' l2 N$ d0 I2 e5 m46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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47.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。
5 X7 e$ u" D6 U( J; ~Power 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.

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。”
$ A, |) e: J$ ^$ _3 z: W2 FThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
- w% u1 a# x1 e/ t, Fchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The 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。
/ {' |/ ]7 c7 c; I% gLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I 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。”
. \' a) ^+ R  f+ @  [  ?* g, B天上的星不回答它。
  w  O; h0 e3 u$ B' wThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

5 H1 B% E- L% T3 m0 r54.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。
$ a  N7 n! `4 I) J6 t$ W0 ~In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
( B- X% Z# P# j2 ^) g, `; uthe nest of my silence.

2 s2 h. J2 P2 ~- N# i, H55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
; N* n" F2 I( n3 j& Q我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
4 b9 x& o; F/ K+ U) @3 ~% k" bThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
  \3 i) G+ g! u3 Y; |3 uI hear the voice of their wings.
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% s) I5 i9 J2 g/ {( I56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
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。
  L3 d" K$ r' P0 G: ^0 T/ p- C: b! XThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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' g6 d& a; B$ }4 c3 h) N& e58.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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) P+ [% C  T' T$ K, M4 w' u; h( J: Y4 c59.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.
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60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
% A0 T& _; [) ]7 ?) ZI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
& V; S$ c: B. G+ E) B/ ], Qfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
; P6 d  \8 ^/ l3 f5 L9 T( q: _“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
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