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。
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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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。
7 D+ h$ E2 `  ^# ~" `( G' kWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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' L" k5 J3 ~' J- q34.一个忧郁的声音，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.
0 _: g! S- |+ K9 ZIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

; E% L! }/ h/ ~, _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。
  S5 `8 ?3 }. q; @! Y4 p2 @6 nThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
* c& F% r6 x. u! U5 j% J, CSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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6 b5 v+ w  p# O. v( _36.我有群星在天上，
; L2 c4 _  y% n6 ^) ^$ p+ P, t3 I但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
4 W7 I. s$ D" j9 S$ TI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
3 m/ `0 L0 V  \! [( t用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The 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。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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, i$ X' ?* U4 G/ g9 v( Z39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
. z5 }7 Q" F0 |0 m  K5 ~6 \( R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.
  o9 l0 c, c- {# KCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

" L6 f; A$ k1 ?, C% n40.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.
/ a  f1 _/ S* d5 k) j2 o) g: i1 d1 pMy 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.

8 e* K8 `/ Q' Y1 ]. D9 [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。
) F7 w  P, V. g, IGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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8 F9 W. d6 e3 r1 n42.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，
  M0 m# |( F# b# l" G$ @9 C) d我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
' X% x0 o+ \# E6 Q- cThis 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？”
  K: N0 j% ?( H! y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.
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44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
) j, |1 T& {' X- X- g3 d' _( ABy 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。
. p% A( {7 z" i% U2 r- NSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

1 [# L+ x/ x0 E: G8 M- w" r47.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.
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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。
8 e! ~  I) v' _) Y8 p3 s7 V. H9 PWhen 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。”
6 t- B" A' q# u4 F3 g& fThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

* A. i  F3 z( R3 D51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
' V' G4 f% N, C2 z) ^The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

* @2 B% i$ g" |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.

$ U# t6 V2 N5 h5 D8 h1 ]' O53.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。
1 o0 A' Z, L) Q7 T8 dThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
6 k; M6 v0 Z+ q5 ~' }, U* zfirefly 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
the nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
1 a$ j. P/ s: K3 S- f! O7 I我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
: ~# N6 J; W! T4 Y0 o( PI hear the voice of their wings.

/ C0 ^) L8 t8 Z/ f8 _  d5 H56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
  w* k* r+ p7 A) J3 DThe 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。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

. @" i, Z; S* I) Z8 E" t! o& C# H58.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？
: ?$ \& Q/ u$ C) eThat 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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' X  S, `$ ]- o' `! a59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
0 i% ?) C# C. g! g) R2 G9 zThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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$ u7 @  u' ?( N& Y  b$ @: X' b7 ?5 S* D60.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
* R: T! M3 p# |( [% Y6 _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