泰戈尔诗7

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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
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。
5 p8 h" f* Z$ i' ALet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

( W8 w- C* z& y2 Y  e( C6 z3 Z33.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。　　　　
' U2 z4 g0 J, J- k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.

6 _. H9 N+ |- h. g35.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。
( E0 o: y; Z' G3 [The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
0 l& ?8 j- s7 b: T0 lSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

2 X7 O- D! Q) S# \5 _. {# D* x36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
/ D; \  D+ z5 zI have my stars in the sky.
# T4 C" p* X; W3 S! p" f* NBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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2 E, V. l- I( Y. g$ K7 T$ F37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
8 W- o% B' L' T  Y! o& R  Z. W3 i用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
: \" K2 f: ^$ F+ x) P# c3 \' _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.

4 v5 r7 z3 h6 z3 f$ p8 V+ l39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
7 b% Z& \! I2 Y2 \0 i出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
$ [& u; B( x! n( |5 Z4 ZThe 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.
7 m* j$ v8 [4 ]* L, GMy 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。
; z/ V; z# A$ l' F5 a8 qGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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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，
- ]* `0 {9 g, x9 m! ?4 D我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
& a8 c  f+ d( nThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
' C/ V6 r) T) T$ OI 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？”
5 \( |- C- o- f瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
( d1 n# }! _! |) N* M1 FWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
7 h) |% v, ]  m1 S/ _7 KI 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。
) p5 U0 @1 O, a$ Y" {. PBy 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.

  T" L% j1 e! @* {; U46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
2 w" }/ D# d) e' g" v, d' h  v/ jThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
# ^9 w) Y5 l) i9 u  tThe 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.

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。
. U2 @# }2 E/ g% H1 Y1 U9 W: eWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

" K( ?9 U" T7 a50.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.

! z- n7 J& W( I  D( H- G51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
* m% p' B/ ^2 _" A* }' d- e  G8 uThe 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。
! x" }% Q) j) q9 C! w3 K2 tLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
% l  o0 B. v: ?7 Z, Z; @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。”
天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
  {' U8 D* H& d+ L, }firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

  @# V9 j0 _- N' ?: ?  H54.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.

$ k6 }  T# _9 Z55.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.
, \9 g- e; G$ o; |I hear the voice of their wings.
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( J4 c1 Q' Z7 e: V& x& `56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
8 t- f8 f, |/ u; h2 ~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。
6 k, z; i# P: `) l8 t9 {3 sThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
$ f8 t& ^2 Y' f$ D3 Din songs.
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7 a, T; y, u7 O. N8 Q58.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?

# _' U4 J: w0 `# c7 u% t59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
. D* H( _. P% ^5 e0 ~Thought 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。
  [2 y  Z3 Q6 }0 }; t( UI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
9 X. D& ]0 \# r- m+ B" e! _/ F. c" Vfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
/ I( ?; a( ?( G; v5 W) I3 m“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
! c! V; Z) @: K) a. B, A! q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