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.

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。
  r, @% F9 L6 M  w1 wLet 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.
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# e7 z% t# `8 W7 P' m' j34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
: @0 P( V& U: j$ W6 COne 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。
" [) X- |( {+ a- Z9 u1 ~把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
+ Y( F! o8 Q; Z  L4 V" |The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
# V3 g, m9 H7 n# c/ {- HSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
; m  i+ ?2 C5 q. }, F& W+ ]但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
6 K0 H1 {% w, e; l# I+ iI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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2 O$ t# }  o! c2 {2 ]; }; k37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
4 H4 }2 f7 W! M6 N/ a$ W* o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.

, Q( g/ ~, ^7 \4 v; i* _38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
' q: j8 h* X7 ^, YGaps 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。
5 [# X: e7 b3 kThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
& s/ ~6 o* m' P0 Q9 n% UCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

9 p& a, l+ h1 w7 p. p' E9 p5 C7 K40.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.
4 y2 M$ e- ^' }5 cMy 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，
( k* A7 ?2 i' W; r) M$ T+ ~+ Y% ?: _我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
: U& v0 |% A2 g! \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.

43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
% p9 f% G/ {; {* @0 o1 }瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
+ w! c, A$ V6 z1 Q/ d. N* SWho 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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! U. I, ~/ ?. A" c44.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.

) l' p4 {& Y0 }: R  {2 W45.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.
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46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
3 S% j6 z' e' UThe 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。
2 j: a5 Z5 l( B' q8 pThe 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。
1 b$ u! X- q4 F! T4 X/ c! m" j* bPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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; \7 ?, ^+ D3 h8 @  N49.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。
( o5 g0 n, |$ l3 K. s7 T4 h) kWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

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
children, 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.

  {7 e4 w8 U) h0 T% N1 J/ O52.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。
) K# W) q6 ~! t/ }$ i) FLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I 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。”
8 c+ Q% g. t& p/ g' e天上的星不回答它。
" T7 E* M( W) d) a' e" t) m- F& ?The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
2 {, q& X/ h7 N, C; w$ J6 Efirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

+ _: e. p( v! 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。
+ f& E5 x+ w2 Y3 Q6 X% cIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
3 Y0 ?9 ~- |: S: D; Xthe nest of my silence.

5 O8 \3 X9 h$ J  S3 m- D55.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。
; T' K' C# e, _4 L% H, vThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
7 ~0 c$ a# h2 }' h" {I hear the voice of their wings.
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- K1 }4 c- E: S5 b5 u56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
6 B1 i+ C; a$ ~* r. Y$ y1 vThe 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。
# a1 O9 @% S# a, A% _The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

  D/ m8 U$ U' [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？
# `8 X( b  B- Z/ g1 Q( t7 D, c9 g! ^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。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

$ c) I/ W( ?1 z/ {60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
  @$ L* x( C$ ~7 B5 h7 R0 \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
“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