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.
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# D9 ]4 B+ s  O34.一个忧郁的声音，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.

; k+ j* v0 `! [0 [: K: I  V1 H35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
* o9 k! H6 p; s/ V$ r6 E, ]2 i6 `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.
" \4 D4 `, z2 e, f5 YSave 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.
& W. d* ?, `7 ^$ q: w/ UBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
; X- W+ P6 q$ P: ]  m6 e( Y用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
; o2 o/ u9 {( x$ a5 e$ d1 JThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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- ~' K5 a4 I3 \0 d% f) A38.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.

" P1 ~2 v  L+ ]2 x$ G- K8 H39.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。
( d3 l& f, N! ?The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
" T) T" h& P* r2 o# _Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

( }* l+ z( Y. b5 J0 L: s) e% F40.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.

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。
+ G  Z/ B; W1 i! `6 G( i2 h; tGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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0 t: Q# T0 F6 V' @5 D6 b0 V$ T42.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。
# k6 f% F* G8 G: T( b; G! u2 Y* }1 qThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
4 H  U" b# }% N% b& G6 v. L" v6 BI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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" z# R( G  B/ k5 D1 Z6 ?/ F43.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。”
: G1 }; @# A+ I& I6 J& k# ~2 vWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
0 ]3 G2 s2 u7 W( N6 u% zI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.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.

+ n5 [+ K$ p" S9 O45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
( P* o8 r/ w9 y+ u+ ^9 g  J4 hSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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% V3 e: f& e( F46.大的不怕与小的同游。
' o5 t0 h$ M; G居中的却远而避之。
; \. c: I) o, GThe 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.

48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
& _5 K3 {. Z( _3 m' U1 nPower 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。
: p& \2 @! F6 Z1 T5 XWhen 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。”
# Q/ s# T& N6 ^8 R. s6 e8 bThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
. c9 [( d" ?+ C) x3 \' J3 A7 N- Pchildren, 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.

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。
, F6 |  I) m+ o3 {- ALove! 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。”
天上的星不回答它。
9 U. |. _* \. j4 w; l' hThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
" d, R- m+ {9 t/ {1 L0 nfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

# c: u# D+ r4 _5 m6 c- J54.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。
$ i8 G# G( z5 [2 K8 x" @9 PIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.

8 W# t5 p# {; I" ^) W) I  t55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
. Y# Z6 D1 q1 @) t我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
: q) Y" w4 F6 k- b2 wThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
' b! H$ ~" i; m" c1 d; hI hear the voice of their wings.
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56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
: h  ~( f6 |7 p- X3 L: PThe 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。
9 ]0 n, k* H# t, F6 R1 GThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
. B" D7 j) U! o8 }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？
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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  D3 X" K% J! A' B59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
( [" {4 g' z$ o; AThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
0 j% w# {' |" X9 w, f' ~I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
# e* e1 R! \# g0 p/ X  gfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
1 N  g, b5 p. O% g- ^  c4 r“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