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
1 {4 O( Y7 l; I: K. k" M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.

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。
+ M0 @% \! i( FWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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. c9 R. x( w; D/ r7 B/ }34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
- l' D+ u: F; f9 Y' sOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
! E7 Y; H) ~4 ]- E' U; N; y& cIt 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。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
3 M5 ^4 b7 ]& }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.
* e; F) ?( {1 q4 _/ F0 sBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.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.

. x$ g% X- E( P" _( T1 [. w6 K38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
! c( d3 z6 @& ^% `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。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
7 a  [0 }1 G* SCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

% h0 ^) Y. j" G3 o  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.
, `1 v3 d2 h+ Q, ^; ?+ }. NMy 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。
/ t8 f9 W7 w+ C3 KGod'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，
7 u* p# K! _( I' w' p我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
9 A9 L6 p, U- j3 _This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
9 f- ~" q- t' D* a( ^' WI 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？”
8 b$ x" h7 I5 [% Y3 D瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
# G1 x2 d1 H/ n4 Z. C* ]Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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2 G' }$ l- t7 @$ u+ ]44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
. d% H$ {2 Q2 R9 vBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

* T1 S6 Y4 G. |$ Z& i45.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。
: F8 y. p8 W3 D9 I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。
- |8 v( Q2 t. m+ l6 jThe 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.

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.
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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。”
5 h& x6 x( l# e9 _+ tThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
' _( K( I+ @. j2 ^% P, P$ Jchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

0 ?8 T+ g: Q% y7 d51.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,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

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。”
% _  }/ K7 h; |5 U7 P天上的星不回答它。
The 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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54.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
. H; _" X6 Q, A3 J7 h# xthe nest of my silence.

! u% f0 s) i, n3 Q0 R, }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。
7 `, R+ X* z9 S& S( Q, `1 V  J' ?) UThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
9 I$ V% [1 g% D7 G' M" N2 iI 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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8 I; K% x2 X' O57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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- [% N/ T" t' }6 [) p! ^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？
  L; f8 K  K- M+ w7 L; XThat 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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: t( h8 L  S& g+ U59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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: _$ G$ D: J4 A4 P60.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
( {1 s% w. P" u' ^7 @3 N1 ifilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
$ |/ i& d# H. U" g4 u“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