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
' P+ F" K$ l8 [* z. ?) V4 U8 {! B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。
* Y( C  m! C+ h2 ZLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

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。
& k+ F2 c2 N, D9 {2 X$ iWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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5 [6 ^) F/ j9 S% C3 P3 M" R. T34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
' ]4 w) b5 j2 u4 _它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
. D% B* Y2 l4 [  ~  V4 i3 R$ T2 ^0 \2 G9 M0 KOne 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。
The 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.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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( D7 V  S" p: n37.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.
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。
( p  z; _& }9 s4 @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。
出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
2 }% R/ q" w1 Y1 S1 f- J. ZThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
9 K1 K! J4 c$ l" g( `Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

6 e9 u" f5 e# L7 c40.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.
# i$ q. y! n# r$ k/ L: OMy 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.

% h! }( S/ _- b6 \# s6 l, p41.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。
* F6 D2 ]# E$ u  R% sGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

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，
4 Y6 C. v  ~& ]) E" I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.
/ o/ {! }3 c/ Y/ ^( p/ A) R  R" I, X6 lI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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4 O; d$ E/ m9 [0 w1 T43.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。”
9 {+ m) x; ^; R/ UWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
' f9 x, F9 j" p, d# W9 PI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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5 x( [1 Z- Y) Z# @* _- z44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
8 E' [$ \* t% s* C6 s: ], J9 qBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

$ g* L9 y$ @* g! }0 W4 O5 }9 o45.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.

. S5 T9 p" ]* [) m# g2 \$ f46.大的不怕与小的同游。
9 g" `/ _8 d" F$ L% |( x' p& a, w居中的却远而避之。
The 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.
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48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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6 N. T$ A8 s; B2 f49.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。
8 ^! u  s: f* MWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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  z2 Z' ]2 [  @+ |- l  b50.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。”
7 Q& g  o. R- h6 DThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
! z" v1 v, f/ r1 q( Schildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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% Q" l7 R% L$ {9 {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。
# S; F* G. ^& G! \Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
% S" `8 U% l! }2 N: nI can see your face and know you as bliss.

4 B9 i0 m5 ]& N+ q+ c( R* D" u53.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
: _( }3 z0 }4 s% j' J4 |9 L3 }0 r, _firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

0 J% h2 ]9 C0 Y2 U5 r5 t: c54.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。
: W! u1 d5 @  l- Q6 ^6 ~+ R* {In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
2 t5 {$ w1 f0 `) ~the nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
. q! H) a4 M: M我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
/ L3 ]% f- r" @. B$ O. G8 K( ~Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
( `. R! n" j+ ?2 G2 h0 gI 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。
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。
, h' i( `, F4 v2 L1 v! e/ QThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
$ T( B0 V6 S2 [' w6 b( Tin songs.
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2 }/ }: _$ @4 K" X- g; U3 F3 {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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+ o* O3 h* A2 h! [* K/ Y7 C. W- f59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
$ e  P0 @8 e0 [: G5 F! k5 S" ZThought 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。
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
# q" B7 Y1 n2 J) R1 ~“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
; }+ U- c" i/ ]/ f; r% D- K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