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 m, \5 L2 Z  V  w' n( H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。
9 ^2 L6 M% `& @, }- c$ |Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

6 e4 [; j, Z( L3 B! V9 r33.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。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
3 q* W7 m4 N3 KIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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8 n# c+ r$ T+ c. _35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
# V8 @1 q5 q9 m( Z8 q( \* Q9 S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.
' a/ k- \3 v7 B* `+ D/ vSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

' i& w3 A0 ?) t" w/ s+ C5 `36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
+ E. A& K1 q$ D5 Q# |9 p1 }I have my stars in the sky.
% m: c& B6 m* v- p8 m" ]- @But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

! r0 o4 i5 f9 m$ m1 J, z: F37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
  N: q" J9 A' X; @! q. @: ?# yThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
0 {1 ~' d6 a/ A/ B* E! ZWash thy soul with silence.
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4 |6 K$ _7 s, ^$ w1 }6 L38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
# p) H' C! n% P4 }- jGaps 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。
7 a( D* V- F: n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% S  J" z$ _* m( c0 VCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

( o) i* l, a% r8 W40.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。
- @+ @% k* |4 x6 ^; z2 g7 eGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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8 w2 c# O5 j- h7 V42.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。
/ H! H7 P+ ~0 z! G5 EThis 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？”
0 l& Q% ]6 k" v2 d) j- Z) o. J' v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.
6 M3 M0 b9 G2 D) s, FI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
8 _; N6 a* L- R- t# vBy 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。
% L$ _/ Z. l2 |4 W- hSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

3 S# t/ g9 ]$ ^; F" J, b; u" ?46.大的不怕与小的同游。
, }4 w0 `# \7 m/ ?& r居中的却远而避之。
7 c* A1 F4 C2 a  d  ^7 a  \) _2 hThe 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。
' U; b0 s5 {9 `3 o( FThe 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.
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% i0 A6 h9 ~0 r+ I5 K$ y7 z49.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。
+ z- q* o. B0 |: \+ L# ^0 D3 d0 \+ zWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

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。”
  }0 W" S/ _' ]5 YThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
$ A. `0 G3 m4 p. Echildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

5 ^# j+ _4 e, k; B% o& V3 {6 ]51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
3 }; ~4 M: a/ E9 {The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

0 _+ v5 e- E$ [3 g* d2 ~+ p52.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,
4 x$ e- U( J, P! k1 W6 D$ v' F1 GI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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, y7 b4 ^; J7 T53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
. j0 _" J- n- Z" e! p8 v天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
3 \* u4 Q5 ]5 t) ^2 Vfirefly 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。
8 Z0 a$ i6 {2 [/ v$ x' g+ V5 RIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
# \! R9 d  ~, y% a0 N' @the nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
7 X, S( A; y3 l1 q我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
: _4 H' p/ }* M) ?. [1 c# mThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
1 a% }0 q. J6 I2 L0 A# II hear the voice of their wings.
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9 ^7 G7 h; z1 V# y6 W+ K5 v56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
5 m$ z6 m6 \$ N" |The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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; w9 M' x3 L7 ~4 I57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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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？
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?
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, H2 ?5 A0 `) J' q59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
: r7 L1 t; j( s# ]5 N( w, W7 wThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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6 o) X+ S" ~2 k% g! l$ s60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
I 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
4 y- a# O1 u0 m6 }1 l6 \9 [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