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
1 o0 T9 G) V5 D: F: d+ `各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
4 E. S( H$ J9 @) W' {- {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.

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.

. z; C. R" G  b% d) 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。
9 w: ]  J1 b- v; O. E2 PWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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2 p$ l5 w+ I" K+ }! k2 m$ A0 d/ E34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
, {4 w1 g5 K. z! h( W3 KOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

- m/ k" _3 h8 h9 w( I5 {35.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。
  O9 q) w% _2 a* ]/ |The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
4 B' W5 e: S9 ?" p9 @( {Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

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.
9 P+ H9 G& r; w  j, j0 j( wBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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5 X$ r. f* y' a37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
1 K& z, x/ {: F, Z" D8 pThe 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。
# [) i- L/ b8 t0 _6 C. j& Y3 cGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
* O& B( P# Z; ?6 @, z9 w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.
* C( q9 e. N) GCome 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.
( \6 P! V) W- I" s$ E6 ^6 c8 JMy 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。
$ Q, s7 T9 B: U8 J; R6 O- ]God'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，
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.
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) [! s1 @2 W. I- q43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
1 R$ b) A* y# G' \  P* h) ?2 L3 ~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.
* F" e1 v% N0 aI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.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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3 H& \7 L" N) W4 x6 h5 Y, v9 d( N# z, R45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
) w/ D6 N: g3 wSilence 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。
/ [8 P8 m+ ~  d5 w) L5 ^# v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。
3 s- y0 c4 X4 {( C' `& }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。
/ ?8 f0 [5 t/ C% s5 GPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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0 y& Y  u* o( |) n- l0 Y( @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。
4 J5 Q  G. o4 V. \) z: cWhen 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
  h+ E+ w" E! J5 wchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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1 v) R1 i& m; t/ S2 ?( k52.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,
2 H# T6 u: N+ ?, C7 HI 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。”
天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
9 n$ n% X) P/ w2 E- Xfirefly 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
; I2 j3 W" l6 K6 x5 x8 b* X" mthe nest of my silence.
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2 Y5 [$ P" D% D# W( |55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
, A: w1 \+ r9 A我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
6 z/ U9 |3 {' U0 x$ r: UThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
1 h, h1 D; f) s! S; L4 HI hear the voice of their wings.

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.

57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
8 w& r0 x4 |5 R/ t! y: CThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
5 F/ m% z3 a& L% N1 _, X4 }% P# `" t! R7 Hin songs.

4 w. y9 c# C+ M, ], T% Q9 g58.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？
0 R4 m: [5 A1 MThat 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?

) q# R$ c& K0 f. \2 B59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
: J6 _! c# O8 Z0 LThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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( J) v9 [( `" M, |60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
7 d( u! n% o: t! ~! I/ {/ ^8 \& CI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
+ z7 C, t: G! [" U. xfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
“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