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
4 N! _' m# j1 W% R* s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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% j5 i" ~) y& j4 j: F" p32.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。
( u3 s7 ^8 h2 B* b* cLet 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。
1 k+ }  Q2 d7 |7 ]Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
* A8 D( [( Q2 @) ^% V2 f- 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.
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3 A# H/ U+ `/ O- b5 Z0 h% W. o35.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。
! @& d* v& l3 ^* V. bThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
0 ]' y$ t# U) o  B% N4 o; J- Q- r$ f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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, O. m4 l. {9 Q( `37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
; ]4 Y( t2 u% \The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
# B& h1 g+ p% @  a5 o& bWash thy soul with silence.
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. j9 S- G/ ]' t- x# W$ @38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
/ l. f& q/ x/ y5 G; `& QGaps 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。
出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
/ C. F% i. y. a' w/ CThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
8 j- P# k8 X( f" N, D. NCome 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.

" h4 y' i; \# E' T4 U3 N# w3 F41.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。
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，
$ @( I( a" K! o- n6 c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.
9 S. O3 Z# L, H8 t6 v( ZI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
. |% Y- s# S0 @& X! n* {) L  ?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.

4 [1 C, B' H, j8 K' R6 p44.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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45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
. w. C. m& |% C  f4 DSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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$ L; L+ A: e# V" _( \46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
# h4 r7 h) E9 b7 `& B& SThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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0 ]+ d" r5 u6 r% u, k8 i) S47.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.
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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.

0 b3 c% T5 K& y! @. }8 F4 p9 S49.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。
5 a1 ?5 D+ \+ MWhen 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。”
" n8 n: v  \) K+ C3 e; c; @, w3 bThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
) A& t* p2 _6 [# p& a& x! G; @! xThe 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。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
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
9 F/ V- V% ^# C7 _firefly 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。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
' W& \$ W0 G, a, d( A! bthe nest of my silence.
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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.
# N) @$ {/ r" `) \- K; u) x% g: OI hear the voice of their wings.
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3 B& H! R9 u: s- N9 Z2 b4 k. R56.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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" s0 O8 a" [: j$ a/ `57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
$ S- L( ]+ R) \- g. Z9 p4 |The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
" I  D& Z' Y  b% P6 _1 Bin songs.

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？
! w- W7 j8 a% Y+ g; z! KThat 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?

) W6 p  i- I8 W! r59.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.

+ G% J% }) Z: U: s) ^* n60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
  ^' a. X$ I* D' G. oI 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
“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
; j( b1 P1 e8 f  ~+ q* K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