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。
8 Z- S9 q. ~; m5 l; _# |3 eWhen 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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5 F4 H& Q3 |( t) ^4 }4 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。
: F7 s5 ^, }* G4 \0 v( u7 }2 GLet 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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" g( u+ S: h0 o8 `34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
3 w/ }! h- [: S% ~' X7 |" f  [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.

# S& H4 S- x6 d35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
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.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

/ H; G9 t; E& F2 n, {1 H36.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.
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37.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.
Wash thy soul with silence.

2 w+ ^4 U# m2 W# P; h/ p38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
) o$ r& p, T3 I6 Z0 p/ a+ [" iGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

  q" I$ Z; u* {& i4 K6 K6 U39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
& d8 f7 Q. W/ E出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
% m1 B- ^8 s9 \9 ]The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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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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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。
. l4 L  G0 l$ ]/ k7 U/ E0 t9 oGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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% k" E1 F; O- q# R& F0 f& Q- 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。
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？”
  R* [7 W/ L* ?! P瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
  C0 r/ ^5 j, W! T/ ?# |Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
& `8 z5 u! G0 [4 _+ Y6 ~/ S- BI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
$ d0 j6 k* M- h( |! q, W3 kBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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7 }/ E) J/ |4 q. K7 D8 Z+ `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.

$ r2 N, `* |1 a. P- h' b46.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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" y  v: [8 c# Q0 ^47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
3 W3 E% C: |( v# q$ Y& I4 jThe 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。
0 l3 s3 d! O5 i2 Z  z1 t$ n9 U7 SPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

  d/ F- Y8 U* k# D49.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。
/ J  L& u3 d; F- N" c2 w7 WWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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/ e- {# L" _8 R. J1 F50.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。
; v! o  M$ [+ F7 w" |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,
$ O6 @# i  z3 H) r3 GI can see your face and know you as bliss.

4 I: {- R5 s- Z) o$ r; U( M53.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。
% y: N9 M' m5 a6 H$ E" D! d0 a* IThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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* G3 f$ I2 W! d1 c54.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。
2 j8 R2 \! _$ M7 Y, cIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
1 ~" }" P3 @1 Q6 q8 {" o2 Z# Hthe nest of my silence.

55.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。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

) k6 [4 y% ]% k* R  c( R& W  N* G56.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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% M  R" a7 G7 N; j* y# ]2 `: \57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
; X7 i' N  O: @8 V1 y1 o- m( f0 gThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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2 K/ m8 m4 _0 [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？
! Z/ ?& u2 Y0 c  zThat 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?

. X) U3 U% ~" U( b59.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.

60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
8 R5 B: Q5 ^! yI 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
# y( r: Z7 V% m# ?$ ]$ |“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