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
3 @- J0 K0 g: T# N0 Y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.

+ `* ?3 S) y; O) H3 ]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。
; M8 @( i; X. c3 b  y6 cWoman, 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。　　　　
& h3 h5 w) p/ [; q$ K. X它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
8 s* i) h3 x& Y* g( w; P+ ?' ]6 VOne 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。
* H5 w! T# J5 _( C( u  V7 b9 q把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
, h$ H  n, ?& CThe 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.
( }$ S8 L! ?# d; ]; b. uBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

! ~$ R: _  K' J1 u, w37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
7 q. B4 j6 ?0 E! G- e+ v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.

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.

5 t8 _( Q/ B# T3 Y2 T* V: Z39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
* e- i3 S2 E1 \& r' l  A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.
0 d* z, Y& B+ g' K; n3 ~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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! g0 Y2 e! B! z; P" z41.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。
: I% G. I# s5 B% v  ZGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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9 R$ b. w0 r. o6 E# V) M9 d7 R7 M42.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。
) ?) u6 c9 M# o$ k- \& RThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
1 Y& k* j: w: yI 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？”
瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
) C6 \7 o& }# Z6 B3 xWho 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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* z# X% F$ x( r! S44.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.

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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46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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/ n3 K; n; k  @$ ]) K  O* j47.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.
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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。
1 z/ \* W! l* d% ?) mWhen 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。”
, u: _8 V3 l) d0 `2 TThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
% w% t: G) s/ W3 Vchildren, 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。
% M* c0 B- D5 n$ {0 E0 N9 S( x( c3 BThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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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.

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。”
1 q- x7 U+ [6 U. n: e8 h4 {5 [天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
2 p  u1 L9 L  z; K4 D' n2 b! Ffirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

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.
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" k3 h  m* A3 S# \9 ^9 C7 B55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
4 j, e& l# a. ]1 y9 \/ c我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

0 m# Q0 j; H% w9 z0 v% a" B! t0 j56.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.

57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
% s$ T& v- O! [3 R, V' MThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

7 F# n' t* h; ]/ ~  [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？
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。
+ }% W# k- n1 _; U6 |Thought 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。
I 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$ U1 i; j“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