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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
6 J* m# a+ ?4 x l5 Y2 I/ |各处去时我便爱上你,与你结婚了。
8 W! X, N& i+ B; P: X$ d9 C* xWhen 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. # d9 n8 M5 ]1 a7 L( J! z$ e6 ?$ \
q5 _& u$ H5 X& C6 q32.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。
8 y6 @3 Y! `" eLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown. / R% Q" N8 ?0 |3 ~
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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。 $ y/ I5 ?3 j1 L! \* i% j( }3 I: v0 Q2 o
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music. ! d$ |7 a& p( J; q- l8 x
# L# u3 L4 P8 Q34.一个忧郁的声音,筑巢于逝水似的年华中。
+ U+ g1 {+ v; B+ e它在夜里向我唱道:“我爱你。”
! m6 `, J1 W" Q, b4 `' n3 rOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. 5 t8 t' W( d5 D2 A1 s4 ~& T
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。
% L" b2 t$ C: N$ ?7 _/ Q4 b h把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。 5 O' F7 L0 X, g2 Q, f6 w
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
: A! g9 j: K' q: X$ Q" \. F1 g+ aSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes. + q) I+ w& o! i7 r. u
3 S5 i) W5 A( b; X+ c8 p36.我有群星在天上,
; q) s; s, k4 b$ d6 z! N但是,唉,我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。 2 o) A5 y$ |9 M, J2 S1 W
I have my stars in the sky. ' u2 q3 r: \7 j$ \* Z
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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( N; ]/ B/ t- A1 _37.死文字的尘土沾着你。 8 h2 ?6 Z& |* @# H s+ A
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。 9 u0 V, z9 v& B6 T& _' a! @
The dust of the dead words clings to thee. 9 F' c! ?, i' w. y5 G
Wash thy soul with silence. ; Z2 _" i6 _1 x: T3 u2 w
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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。
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出来吧,我的心,带着你的爱去与它相会。
) ?: r8 V+ B3 J+ BThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning. - H+ d9 c _. g: h9 B) l: @1 r# P
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it. 7 w/ P; }; q3 S3 Q- t8 D
; Q3 u! X% l& g' S, y0 f40.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. ( V5 a4 R7 Y* V0 q& S% M
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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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。 # C% g7 j5 ~, I# ~( m' G" B
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. 9 ]) i0 u2 V# x" ~
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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,
8 J& ?& _. g% D2 h) U: Q6 G我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里,我也便将自由了。
" z- \/ y b h8 H+ |This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress. 4 z4 m4 B1 I( {! D6 i
I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free. 7 ]* k& O9 j& c* w2 c& M H( E
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43.落日问道:“有谁继续我的职务呢?”
5 u! W0 Y3 Z& S# Y7 M8 c/ R9 R瓦灯说道:“我要尽我所能地做去,我的主人。”
5 C+ I0 E$ t# V0 B( KWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
" O' Z3 X1 l* t: \" RI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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) m6 ?8 F/ ^/ R+ s% M& O44.采着花瓣时,得不到花的美丽。
: J7 t+ I: A; G8 sBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. # h3 p# E) f' t% D
* {" y; j7 H8 ?( l4 P& ]5 ^. a45.沉默蕴蓄着语声,正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
) A) Z8 w0 c2 ]0 H5 [* |Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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6 T! F5 z- B5 y" g- G46.大的不怕与小的同游。 ; W$ ?" C- b3 c0 e' W
居中的却远而避之。 ( m. }6 i) Y5 i( I+ n3 A* O; ]
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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1 J* r( ?% V; G/ d) b47.夜秘密地把花开放了,却让白日去领受谢词。 6 ~* ?0 o8 r6 D
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks. . z% o# C1 J2 i$ D# J
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48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
4 B) ^( S) J; q6 Y5 }9 T6 E% B/ OPower 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。 # s8 |$ {. P( j u7 ^1 x
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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8 T' y" k& U& d3 u50.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。” & r4 w# ?9 h# u* |/ Z, X
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick / U- n$ ?! C4 r1 v
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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e$ V: H6 F+ m8 @51.蛛网好象要捉露点,却捉住了苍蝇。
% S7 c) a! q2 M% S1 R3 |2 Q2 PThe 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。
9 a! q3 W: w; N. b9 W7 ?7 x) y3 MLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, * u: X& ]( ~0 @, U8 T8 ?6 ?
I can see your face and know you as bliss. - d: x: s7 C; o' Q% ?' h) D
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天上的星不回答它。 ' m" p8 V1 z3 u) I" ]! m
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
5 v4 ?8 Q! ~9 n2 Jfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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+ |/ b6 S/ x d8 [' |0 V8 u54.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。 ! t- ?" T$ ~7 \% l% f
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to 3 H9 m9 y1 Z" N, M
the nest of my silence. 3 F. x! G) T6 Y* Q/ ` B, Z8 r# O
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我听见它们鼓翼之声了。 + G* ^( C6 }0 a5 q& G& ^; F# G* u
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. 8 X6 x# r. V5 F4 C; g- c& J
I hear the voice of their wings. 6 z ?6 n, ~+ i2 d
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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。 9 R3 ]. w4 T; l- ~
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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8 m$ K8 O/ I$ c* z' d4 G57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻,而要求歌声做报酬。 & _& q. |; Y: g( g: F0 b& l7 ]- e
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
" q# O" R2 r3 i1 |in songs.
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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?
# q# S" I8 q5 h* M ^7 [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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. i. Y& S0 G6 k59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
& Q: ^+ u8 J7 m! b6 EThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中,它盛满了爱了。
) t: {5 t7 D7 E) q9 h# |I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
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