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。
$ b! M7 G6 f' `9 `/ d4 S( G; k, j4 LWhen 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。
3 T: R: n) t. l8 m* Q9 bLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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. R+ _: Y& e& V6 h/ B% d5 R/ _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.

34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
* O, r3 s- A! I4 \" Y+ Z它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
4 v( q  m+ u- y) {! C. P6 k$ KOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
2 W/ O; ^) j" a9 t5 F0 E4 v2 KIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

. `4 ?' u, J# ]6 r( s* _( I+ h35.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.

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.
% D, G& u- W; r" H+ k! s, LBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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9 z! G% ^& ]; p8 c8 P; b37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
0 r/ y4 T7 C3 g  U) }用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
- X" _' g( g3 s& D: dWash 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。
, x  i7 p% R' o, z: [% Q  k" aGaps 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。
. ^, l1 q1 a: b& cThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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3 Q4 v3 S% c3 f6 Z2 C& y  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.
. g) v/ }( ?, v  @) f/ L/ K8 [' UMy 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。
/ Z& t% u' M' J+ i" Y7 |God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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5 P& a( e; Q; q# Z42.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.
I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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6 ~; ]+ g9 R; v43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
  ~8 q  o6 I3 Q+ M$ n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.
% a( ^) T# g8 G# m$ F! T* tI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
) ^+ y+ U  I3 Q- A! \$ X8 p* D: G$ eBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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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.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
; T, o2 Y( x+ [# b( pThe 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。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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/ Z, ?2 J- H- z7 L8 P& C$ ^* i48.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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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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
+ T1 W$ \1 T1 a4 Kchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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7 l. o* [, O) `1 R8 j51.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,
+ `: G# ?! P% H7 N! W7 MI can see your face and know you as bliss.

3 R" c! m+ t) p! I' X4 f5 z5 W# o53.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
5 U+ j9 g1 f+ g4 I  b5 _- Y  nfirefly 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
the nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
. x. `% m! K! A9 j1 r4 v我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
" J# _4 e; a" E2 z) `Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
# G" F7 m* p* y. l& HI hear the voice of their wings.

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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! a* P" A& c8 ?5 v3 ?* O; Z# |# |57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
8 H$ O2 S% ?0 q8 t2 Q2 XThe 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？
5 J! k3 c# g0 i1 ^! D/ `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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+ ^2 a! Q: R; F+ I0 U- x4 K59.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.

& R! g- `' |3 M60.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
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devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
7 Q, v/ H, R( n& ~, G2 E8 o“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
$ ]" m, q. _3 ?+ e" M9 t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