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。
& Q5 g: D0 k# e# K7 j) F! wWhen 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.

5 X, Y/ n+ c+ a, J/ d32.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.

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。
) s6 P; Y* g  d8 w# r2 D# oWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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4 D5 _! X  a7 ?+ L* u2 i: I; |34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
, w  M0 h* I4 T: E+ w' q) h& B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.
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* |7 H4 b8 j- [6 p( R8 J35.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。
- {6 {( Y0 D* ~- f* [2 pThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
" G8 U( |8 m* U: l8 g! l) jSave 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.
& k& A4 o( o  |: T/ FBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

5 D6 _7 a; [) _% H$ Q! _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.
+ U8 u( ~2 @8 D! P! S" TWash thy soul with silence.

9 g; l9 K. V3 R& |2 a7 C9 D* \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 c# [: f* O- ]  S/ Z39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
$ P# u+ I. l% T$ E  |$ Q) r出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
! h( M' t; c1 T1 K' o* j4 SThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
  D4 u5 Q5 L9 D, ^8 y* Y  r* q' {" aCome 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.
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。
7 o; u! c; q! J4 {* |& `- [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，
8 g# b1 @, I* d7 D4 k9 i4 w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.

+ j/ m2 r) M( ]* l3 B43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
" e2 k8 q$ v  m" h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.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
* e. g6 n5 |1 V" [- q9 b; qBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

6 V7 U( @* I2 m  w45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
  |+ ~" n: K0 X4 L% ASilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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1 c6 s3 ~( x  @" Y46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
8 c' C! {" O' K) d' }7 _6 i2 Q" lThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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- `0 n- c  O7 k5 f$ O47.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.

2 w, @6 N9 l% ?% w& g( L48.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。
  t$ y7 v) I9 _. v+ ?6 ?0 ~When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

! M) K  v& d% c6 v50.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。”
# h- T( T# b1 H) G6 Q% Y3 mThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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4 }9 }5 q8 A2 {5 }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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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。
" j# Q% i) e0 w9 _Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
) _' r" ^1 a$ a# ]) \1 b' h  fI can see your face and know you as bliss.

9 \0 j3 E5 c5 w$ F: l53.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
, R% w. ~5 w# r7 Q  Tfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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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。
7 m; |! K# R4 w3 O3 Q+ c5 fIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
' _$ j- o! I4 vthe nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
; c3 K0 u) e* B: f+ M我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
6 u( q9 j0 q! ~; M1 ~( l3 i, uThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
6 J8 V  \. a5 ?2 x& v4 f5 n$ ?% p* t5 zI hear the voice of their wings.

9 J7 ^( c5 @4 M! m: D56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
% j6 j. G" x$ PThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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" b, j7 X4 Z  T: D, Z" m57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
% C& d: }# g4 ^' C3 |* S; YThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
4 T3 g& W- g- c5 Kin songs.

+ @# e! `" I% q6 T9 l$ R# C9 S58.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？
" B% A- Q2 N. p5 i- CThat 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?

59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
; P3 n6 d" A+ G+ z  D( \Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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; M, y# N' ]: O6 S) Q% u! U60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
) U+ q# A! k- y" XI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
8 g7 K/ P4 C9 M9 H, j4 Cfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
6 g  b# A  l( `“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