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。
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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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。
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

8 w- `" h4 a0 U' G) g! ^34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
. k( C. @/ Y6 o7 e4 O% O' V3 D& B: j它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
+ ^  b* W- s# GOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

$ ]1 g7 R/ a" i+ q+ R) k35.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。
* ~" w# S5 k; V! J" D0 G9 ]" P8 U$ @The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

3 M' \* T+ @/ [- `: |$ H( B( F36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
+ d" k  g, C  h( z/ ~I have my stars in the sky.
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。
3 M# [' ~$ _" xThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.

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.

39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
5 c7 b. o% y* @" M3 f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.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

# C5 S- O$ }2 A' W4 }6 ^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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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。
9 ~7 \. {( _' |0 \% oGod'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，
6 z/ }6 P* [% W  T我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
- G5 x% H1 K$ lThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
" A# x& ?2 z1 N9 ^! s1 d! V$ ~I 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？”
7 a! G# {* T) A/ u瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
# ~9 C' Y- l4 H& i/ D7 QWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
- @* h" }/ }% Q# g, \1 QI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

& b- Z- V) a2 y1 [4 v- S: t44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
; Q' A& i& e4 M8 P; w8 BBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

! Z% q  ~4 U. s- z' z$ E45.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.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
0 a' [7 P+ N+ [4 `( I  R- W居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

" e. F1 S& t+ Z; a* R* e47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
# Y/ e( O' H. K9 F3 i" R0 fThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
8 x' @. p4 a/ P* x& zPower 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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
: W$ w+ Z( l( Y' @; Tchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

' O  w$ w# }% }5 U. b51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
4 b5 T& o, [: V( L# }/ \) [The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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8 O$ n, o( w8 ?% F! `, @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。
  [' Q% F: f" w0 GLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
+ ^) p7 h& |6 ]2 f4 r- w4 ~& EI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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. p2 J$ C9 T' K& C53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
+ _9 K  Q" A0 p4 a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.

3 y0 _# ?: X- y4 i2 V54.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。
# w5 V7 N- `" G5 `+ @5 L# U* lIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
6 M. D+ V/ q# c0 Jthe nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
) W+ ^( J  j8 r8 {3 l' |/ d我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
" W0 L7 M2 O+ O# R5 n4 C4 xThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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( d; K* S* E& t, z56.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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# G( g& A8 d" O$ o% s. [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
in 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？
8 J2 e% v% W0 C; sThat 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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. n' a0 @2 j& i* l9 ]4 V4 {! S59.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。
9 n9 }- @) P" b9 t4 bI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
# ?9 z0 \% G6 v! T8 hfilled 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
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