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.
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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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7 k1 a7 p1 W4 [3 ]( M) Y! x$ c33.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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34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
: K5 M7 l0 E# q它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
/ |% Z# o# L3 f( p/ pIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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& Q  A6 T4 k3 d) {* v" U% g35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
! A. X4 h$ a$ @* a4 `. X2 @) F* S把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
- b. u' c( a! m: f: J1 UThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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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.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

. q. h7 h, R3 T+ X5 @6 I37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
& J0 ?: x8 k1 Q& ^% r, \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。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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9 }8 M3 ^: h8 l8 x39.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。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come 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.
My 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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" M3 B! L! p" l9 `2 l41.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.
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# d6 l& K- d6 i5 E& _5 k3 d42.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。
- N5 J/ ~% A% Z, b& O( j. K7 \This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
1 t. N+ u2 `% W7 K' z1 J0 Y0 PI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

0 H7 [6 M" I& m2 O1 h43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
  k9 V6 @7 d/ B  _* s7 D" `3 [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.
, j5 j8 p: T+ w4 i- ?I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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* r8 B) W, L7 N) [0 W, \( H: e8 M44.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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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.
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# K" C7 {. I/ z- m  v46.大的不怕与小的同游。
- X0 h1 o$ B; \9 l" W# H居中的却远而避之。
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。
: y& }% _( D+ E& q9 |5 IPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

( v# B; j. p- ^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。
0 w8 t- y* s* E- jWhen 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
7 D& q% B8 y% i5 T. I3 N& W' |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.

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.

0 P0 K" g# }* l4 o" s$ Y5 }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。
& L4 q0 K9 b- t1 T3 nThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
( {( `: W9 V9 ?; m0 N. tfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

6 [7 J6 y& Z3 q2 I8 w54.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。
: Z* b( m/ Z' V* WIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
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  t* @* j9 \: f0 `( Z55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
  V) ]* ^; k1 {) H9 }我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
' l. [" }) ~2 w# t" y' pThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
! k: K6 |4 l: o; i5 w& ^I hear the voice of their wings.
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$ E0 @# T6 k( n+ g3 |1 Y* \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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57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
7 V1 y' U& |5 Z, cThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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& r7 B; {8 @( ]( v58.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？
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 x; i4 W' R7 N# Q. L- f3 y& d& ]59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
) s! |$ \4 F; k7 n$ A& f1 E+ WThought 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。
# W0 d/ s/ N( dI 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
  s( E: y  _3 t7 Q“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