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
* a) O  {4 B7 N3 I各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
  c! b) T; }: a5 t& R5 U* dWhen 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.

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。
6 Z3 w/ N9 g5 \: o9 |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。
+ ?7 _( `9 c) ^! z1 PWoman, 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。　　　　
1 h% v$ c0 s5 d! R# H7 N它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
. e3 M: o8 Z( B- h+ `. b: bOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

35.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。
  ]1 T8 ^( q0 A8 k! _! F, c' iThe 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。
' t% u+ q' T0 @' J6 c7 ]4 }2 n, f& pI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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! K; s7 ^. Q/ s' W, Q, u37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
: [& w* Z7 x4 D* L9 I: ^The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
0 q' X$ v+ {8 {/ I5 T- BWash thy soul with silence.

$ f6 B" n! t9 s/ A# |38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
) Y( d; m; d& I& J. u8 v5 TGaps 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.
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.
7 W8 k0 ?0 e& G# M; q- W6 ^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。
, \8 ?# {3 h5 E: R  }$ C5 S3 `, GGod'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，
我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
! [  A4 p6 m9 r$ CThis 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.

9 ?, J; s" p: P6 H, [' G# O/ E43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
2 D4 z2 f$ k- D3 W. e( b2 A5 G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.
( `$ {) {) f( k# wI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
( |7 I; D/ @, w" d8 Y/ E& LBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

7 a) u. r8 m6 {45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
, N7 |+ ?- R- E2 p2 ]/ ], NSilence 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。
居中的却远而避之。
' b+ L5 e+ a  z7 \  aThe 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。
" S) \9 v& N9 G1 GThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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3 L& U$ l- T$ V  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.

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。
7 Z, E( p( X1 L; `2 x2 {* n" {/ O) DWhen 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。”
0 `& T$ k8 y/ UThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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1 F% S4 e" T2 Y; A# _5 S51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

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。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
: ]# {: l9 U( c# l5 K5 BI can see your face and know you as bliss.

( n7 Z8 V) r8 M1 \% m% r53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
% p) f7 V! a) q5 |& B天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
" y7 [) N4 s: k' d- L: h% P) A: Zfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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1 L' K5 R5 Y- U, C' E( r, E54.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
4 F, |  G2 y4 B$ Xthe 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。
4 w- p; h( I3 \$ G/ q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.

56.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.

57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
# h' p  A8 o0 s. ^' }0 {* AThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

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？
+ @, X; v1 c" o2 U9 L6 p5 b2 DThat 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。
$ Y2 w: O+ v5 V) |( `Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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' u8 _6 `5 A4 X0 x; d* ?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 J6 L0 C1 j) s$ V$ Y) SI 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
8 r9 b5 M1 i5 {( t" j/ P& w1 C; [6 N“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
% ]! i% t5 a4 P, K. S8 Y; s/ M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