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.

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。
4 A- ^" T. h0 Y! G0 g1 }5 ]Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

& c) [& [% [5 \  S- m7 P8 R) p33.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.

* v, S. B, R! V34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
, m* n% T& {+ \它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
) ?: l- k9 ?9 j1 K  ?5 ?/ g3 sIt 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。
4 D' o8 W6 E% d2 ~. J把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
& S% d6 d/ S# s6 K5 {0 DThe 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。
7 H0 S- Z- F8 l8 jI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

+ g+ x! [! g% u/ r4 M! o( I37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
! N1 a( f. s. Y' R, L. v用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
0 I. Q' z) s0 B* kThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
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。
! C) m7 f/ @' t8 H% f6 M- C+ kGaps 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。
% D' A% T: b4 f' C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.
2 h8 k9 R% L  n0 S# v* n4 rCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

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.
" X% e4 n( G8 r6 ]4 G0 q. j! vMy 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。
God'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，
0 g# t2 G8 Z) z/ k. w' |  W+ V+ n我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
( h8 Y, Q* M- kI 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？”
  k; Q* z* y% [  Z  ?" M瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
+ f5 O/ g& s* ?' g7 XWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
3 ^! j" b7 H, {! gBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

* M. J2 H0 U6 q45.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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2 o8 X: z3 E6 H9 ?3 Q2 [46.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.

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。
: ?& n2 f* b5 x& M4 \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。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

3 {, g7 e$ z5 g' b% M50.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。”
  Z7 V9 [3 V# {% y2 [0 W6 ?The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
  u* I4 c) v! q' Y" F7 d& t0 Vchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
7 y  g  U$ o* j9 P1 w6 [  x! FThe 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。
  |9 f' w# j  Y/ N8 N, c' {7 r7 OLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

9 D) {  ]2 Z  \: r  d3 l- S& o, H53.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。
3 h" u+ |  Z  Y" A1 Z% JThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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7 R- x, ?4 M/ D# {" y54.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。
* ~; W3 D2 F) {& o5 C' R9 |In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
7 P7 D5 p! m' ^% T# Ithe nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
+ t# |/ P/ I: t4 }+ H+ f8 l我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
0 A( h; M( B% H. D4 {* d; s; t4 IThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
% [8 @' A) @. ?4 @0 _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.
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57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
8 r/ y1 o! U* c7 v, jThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

2 s0 ?$ c  C/ h1 d, N) O* A58.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？
7 k* F& c* n9 d! }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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59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
2 L+ M! |6 o  K6 [+ ZThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

$ R. K$ Z# o7 t! S3 V! [: S' r60.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
2 k' p/ Z; b5 E( _% xfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
2 D' c, f: T3 A! [“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