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
+ \/ ^( R8 k( a. w  K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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; X  U9 b- v0 d% `2 F) ~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。
' ?8 }, O* N+ Y1 @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。
& X; B& p* E* lWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
/ D/ D0 C/ o4 v% P* }; f6 I: O2 J它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
5 @' |7 Q1 i, w/ Y. d$ oIt 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。
; N* |6 C1 S4 h& }: }# F把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
, ]* |* [, q3 M- c( _1 X! KThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
& x" b: n+ _: V* |/ i( jSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

( b% x2 O; _8 t7 |% b7 r0 p36.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.
+ Z+ b9 ~7 ?+ J* J# z) wBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
( m7 `/ r1 n9 a- t2 [6 Z% @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。
' ~6 j# A  v! I) q0 j' Q; ]Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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+ Y0 U! _: V) s1 v& e* |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 X* }* n3 v# R% @: Z# S" \The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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; d- M$ p! Q. s* @# Z6 G* _; V" V3 W+ v40.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.
% ?% D0 ?, U+ R. A: c% DMy 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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. }3 b8 g& ?; Y& B% y" V41.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.

+ v6 v* ?# w) Z- [! _" t* x42.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。
/ `$ W+ O" w& e1 d+ v* ]This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
  f( F4 v' a9 m7 [4 T+ KI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

8 O9 s. u) w% H. k3 K4 y5 A43.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。”
Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

1 W! P! k- D+ E. Y9 L) h44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
- o3 T  H0 M, W5 ]4 iBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

45.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.

3 X" \: R  L( O2 s$ L4 |46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
+ C# T, {# t! E+ @9 y3 Q, EThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

' r! m6 k/ A) V; s8 k47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
( c* y( D! u- p. rThe 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。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

+ [+ Y4 }+ i+ _, T5 a, ^! z49.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。
0 B9 b3 D& D9 qWhen 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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
. J3 ?! J# r. j" q- Zchildren, 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。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

+ q3 E9 {( {  `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。
' i; f$ e& j4 {: g5 t+ D3 ~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。”
天上的星不回答它。
0 V- M) l, {& j8 s* t% B. gThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
, D; C1 N: a  p+ q- U1 ]* Tfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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- i* s& H" \5 V& `% W* B5 j, t54.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.
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2 x% X% J- G. V; l55.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。
% b7 r% V; D( K2 M' |2 O8 e- VThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
+ {% K" z0 N7 K' N, n1 R/ QI hear the voice of their wings.
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7 ^5 L) _1 Z/ v! e6 W3 [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.

) p. o2 |9 {8 i- d* E* a' i57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
5 c: D$ \, ?, c5 ?5 _The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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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？
! V+ n, A0 s; d7 r' w* a2 wThat 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?

! Z4 _! Q$ K4 b% K3 Z3 m59.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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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
% U; w' |# X' _( [! x' D& ifilled 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