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。
& H. z& k1 d$ g8 {  _- I$ G8 }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.

& J0 [& B- y5 n7 t: T% H* _4 ]# O32.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.

% W! Y; [3 P+ ]9 ^* v/ {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。
, p9 m# {% P4 g) e/ u/ t4 u4 LWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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& ]2 F9 Y5 c6 R34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
: k+ x# c% ^5 I* P, E1 d2 ]7 \8 l它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
+ @5 S& ?$ Y3 k7 N5 cOne 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。
* K1 T! z3 N8 r6 X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.

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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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
5 s$ I( ]* K1 X$ }4 i. sThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.

- I6 f* J2 K2 c3 X. Q- k38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
3 g( R3 L/ K( @* x) J" 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。
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.
8 z) R/ |) R; n1 T' YCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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' J. c. S! c: t3 Y. e( i40.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.
9 q+ o' {$ k# V9 P( }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。
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，
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.
8 T& q. [$ ]; _  ^2 r  }# E1 w) lI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
& l% Y1 |( w4 F: p) j$ ], H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.
& D% w4 @& I( PI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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& J* {4 j- [- Q. i44.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.
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/ n$ ^1 U4 D: S" Y9 x- m- ^( S45.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 I* x- w9 R. _6 X6 k9 |+ }居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

* G5 i7 q+ p/ ^0 b47.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。
4 i; ?- p) P& [/ hPower 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。
) B5 l4 ]  S& v6 T; D: sWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

& J) C2 u3 l& z% v, {7 Z50.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 C2 g' u- y  Y, k6 k& E& [3 {7 UThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
% c6 k9 |! e' l# V9 aThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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, M# D# E. p0 X! J5 A6 w52.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,
0 o/ G0 U$ ?* Z- U& t% hI can see your face and know you as bliss.

7 B- w; z/ T4 ^: g6 ^8 p53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
7 s( _3 U; j. c8 e* _天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
+ |! G6 g" [. P( u3 b: Zfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

# p3 G6 s1 J7 ^) z# j/ c/ A3 Z& D54.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
the nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
8 U  Q. t0 H# N( V3 ~Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
8 S- N" X) r0 U! dI hear the voice of their wings.
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6 m+ T0 O( L- ?2 j% M6 x56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
; c! |7 p' N; `* o. ]: ]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。
( }/ S  \( }, q; A1 Y/ i5 w) vThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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3 v% J0 m  \. p6 |" H9 C58.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？
+ u& U, |; F  c# S' N( D6 k+ T# JThat 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?

59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
% W) [2 u8 u5 a7 w, a) n* O, FThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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# z: B8 u! H# h3 J. Z60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
* c& m- e6 @4 }4 w( P; HI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
8 [8 x- b& Q! D  |0 jfilled 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
. G' z" \/ D' q% D3 x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