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。
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.

* ^  j+ Y! J" [( @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。
' t, T6 w- H5 j% j) G! n0 qLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

4 ^! b+ @) x6 N0 ]4 o33.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。
5 ?3 F9 x$ r4 h% m# o" e& E4 i5 kWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

9 k' V0 M0 e) d  j2 S' O) R$ T34.一个忧郁的声音，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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35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
6 b9 H4 \0 v7 k- `5 S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.
1 w2 ]+ Y% ?% ]( T$ V( S% h# rSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
  B3 l5 D2 f4 Z; P; K但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
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4 J0 E7 c: G, w37.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.
0 k( c; [1 t0 A$ i7 k, I# OWash thy soul with silence.

" I: v0 K; O; \+ [* B3 \/ ~) Y* ]38.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.

39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
/ U0 F; Z: \, m1 V/ Z出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
* c6 k5 |/ i2 F9 ]The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
* R* U$ Q0 _+ D7 C5 ]8 dCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

9 @$ _  O  z- K  S$ G5 d40.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.
: J. T( y1 E0 ]" q# f% @0 _9 e; P* 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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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.

1 H% o  ?- _5 S42.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.
" {! S! n1 a( I6 h( xI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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3 r, q* {$ X; u: y43.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。”
2 [! y7 c9 V" }Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
0 o5 w2 D' F. |  q- tI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

# ~7 T; @% V8 z/ j: x- b44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
6 q! W& u' _; @* rBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

/ }/ X3 g+ A$ V45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
4 n% s! P# T$ Y0 jSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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/ Q; }+ s# C! `  \6 e. [46.大的不怕与小的同游。
) g# N: r5 N9 a* C. v居中的却远而避之。
( Q6 f) G1 R5 r' ]The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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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.

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.

5 }4 f5 I1 ]1 l49.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。
1 z- Q2 l6 x: l% xWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

& c  J& E" m. L! 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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
% B5 ?# j+ X, V0 s, x: Uchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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7 g+ J9 N9 D( r- B4 l% Z51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
5 S" U8 e8 p" \6 ~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.

4 @3 N( x5 L7 m+ O( T4 |5 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。”
, h, K$ d# w' k天上的星不回答它。
& O3 z; l% L& ]; C* x2 aThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

6 q4 Q* l& T! M7 Y2 G54.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.

9 C1 j6 d$ V9 E, j55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
/ b+ @8 \8 A" z. G, s1 l我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
/ E6 p+ w7 }' t, }; `6 @9 Q* J8 pThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I 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。
& y, j4 ?; N( v3 WThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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/ z% N6 K0 s1 h, I  B. ~57.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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3 v" _/ w& s9 K' N" y7 z58.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？
1 F7 |" r6 D& oThat 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。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

) S" p5 H- G, h! D+ }; n60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
- X+ N! E/ F- o4 a& H1 z1 AI 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
/ v  O/ {; Z: F% g1 D! G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