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
# h) o: L3 P( d" x0 C9 @各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
; U, p  X. d4 X9 F, \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.
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0 I! o* U) A7 _& V/ O  Z, V3 z" p1 ]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。
' V' s  D* _! O0 x9 ^9 vLet 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。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

8 d" W3 R4 w# |, Z( ^0 w/ i7 k* X35.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。
7 {% _/ v# a( ]$ ^4 sThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.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.
7 |' g* E1 S1 {! m' Y6 @) Q* R2 ]But 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.
& O3 ]7 s  v, n2 B( F3 s' [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。
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。
& y4 @0 z- A7 ?6 TThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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40.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.
My 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.
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1 Z2 }0 C7 N$ X( s) U7 [41.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。
5 s4 |  V3 @! s+ o: p( d. HGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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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，
' U# W2 P' ?9 c( _- G$ `4 i我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
+ n9 u1 r. @4 D+ iThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
: ]% k) e) d" M4 A  G; PI 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？”
瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
/ f% c1 k# |" Q* X& a3 P" IWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
8 G# W; [# J( S  R+ l+ B* _) qI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
; ?0 t7 P6 ]% n6 B0 kBy 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。
( ^  ~8 y* D0 Z) f# SSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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& P* e; f/ v# Z2 _% D* [+ k6 x5 t46.大的不怕与小的同游。
* I! s" e6 M* T& L! f+ I2 r8 l0 Y居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

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.

5 O3 _& H* l& X" b* b48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

) J* w. T3 B' p5 J8 O" Y49.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.
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( x2 a) w9 x6 ^# I  N50.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。”
. ?9 Y; M7 f( C/ ?& ^/ P% q: e! NThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

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。
6 a- s( H% N8 c! x4 R, Z$ h" u) T' uLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

' s) e: H5 A: I/ w: T53.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。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

. _2 s/ V2 j" @1 L: E: O54.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。
$ m3 W+ m* A2 [& A! [In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
3 G" f$ d  ?, B0 ]- rthe 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。
2 t2 w) J' O; V( GThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
2 e+ E9 G, e9 h- |+ j) K1 X! GI 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。
2 G% [& |) e* SThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

! e; D4 r/ b% W57.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
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5 E( r& i) p( d58.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?

2 N0 S( S8 j$ d' z59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
, O7 x8 ^, Q) i- mThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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) Q, ~* c6 v; j4 }! l+ j60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
filled 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
* ]& Z( R9 T% i/ u9 l1 P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