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
0 ^2 K7 O5 T" {* f* ~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.

4 ?2 p% D2 W; W: H& L5 \6 `/ N5 F34.一个忧郁的声音，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.
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$ Z3 z# q! o+ B3 w' V$ z35.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。
, B3 m! u. _" ?The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
$ v: Y& P& d& C  e: ^  q, @! J+ QSave 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。
. P. G& Q8 G# O4 e" L8 k0 E' PI have my stars in the sky.
: |- H+ z7 G6 E5 N- zBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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2 V4 |1 A5 g  x2 I) e$ `3 s6 u& n37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
0 Q5 [# E+ W( @4 D  V5 J用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
1 Q* t6 @( i3 p- S! [+ ZThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
2 ~  C+ K. Z3 vWash thy soul with silence.
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0 y- i0 w) r" `2 c2 R! K/ ], m" d$ Q38.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.
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39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
. J2 B" n# g3 p, x3 P- U7 R出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
9 F8 p6 O. B% ~- sThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
" }+ r( ]9 B/ ECome 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.
: l5 s" [0 C0 i6 G4 a9 YMy 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.

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，
9 {7 C8 Q3 l. F5 G我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
! L/ [9 R' Y9 vThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
7 N. ~8 D% O1 M- d7 ], H+ [# E9 {$ \I 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？”
) z, K/ I! a: i  |4 e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.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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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.
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% Y8 t5 ]7 Y' [6 e0 H: p; w45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
* H$ B! p/ [+ ~* r* @* T. ]Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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4 |8 P; B5 a5 r1 b. z6 v( j46.大的不怕与小的同游。
, V) `  [6 H) G8 Z# k% c/ b居中的却远而避之。
/ W. d2 L' m5 Y9 ^. U1 C( JThe 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。
5 n5 Z. S5 V8 d9 |  N6 \The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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. m7 F& V$ v# P0 N$ A0 f48.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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8 Y1 u, A% f* @2 D' S49.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。
5 C, D) p% ]6 S# u) q# X$ xWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

& i( w( B/ ]! d/ u4 O# S* W50.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。”
3 ~7 p: |) p7 K* ~. `4 e" C$ L& |- u$ k2 wThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
6 ~+ A/ W4 h9 A6 K; h5 ^children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

, n1 S- {# S/ G: W51.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,
, ]- Q0 S8 x0 ^# eI 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。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
8 w: T3 h6 B0 `2 ^5 ?. X4 |firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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- V! G2 P" W8 Y* `5 I& y# y# o54.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。
) d: x& T! b0 E& r& i( {6 K( D" TIn 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。
7 a7 Z' `& w9 p* g6 @我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
6 N2 @% |( p4 P. F, |* bI hear the voice of their wings.

0 z3 [: [- p8 O) K56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
8 \' G$ _* R! Q! l( P- T( yThe 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。
( v5 V1 U4 H# [/ E1 tThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

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？
7 |' q  u/ V8 ^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。
4 `- @( @; D+ m, g3 O6 z4 h  p3 O% IThought 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。
  k! H' W9 ^9 L+ B0 e5 HI 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
“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