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。
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.

6 [/ B/ s0 |- J% t4 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。
+ r; T) m7 H. ^9 QWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

8 ^  E& u% l3 I3 \- `8 l34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
* d* U+ J$ w" U& F它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
, x. N) l6 ~8 q2 \. ^One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

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。
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

) o' c  M& C8 W4 N/ l$ `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.
+ R8 b8 J' U" NBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
. t5 B: b* W6 F8 t/ cThe 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.

39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
! s& ^* K, c# G% I% o4 z& Z% E出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
7 ]. D1 J! Z6 ^  k3 [4 wThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come 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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- N) \1 z  ^, \- C2 z: W* h: F2 j41.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。
. [; F: t4 d) nGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

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，
/ x! e. _  S+ H# S" W" X' A, T/ n我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
3 O6 c$ h( L6 _+ ]$ n9 H; \This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
  v& H, ?3 n& g, v! h) eI 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？”
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。
6 G* Z, v# t! Y, Z0 c2 b7 O/ sBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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0 R2 j$ E+ z" j* I45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
/ t( K6 }4 f1 @( S4 t- JSilence 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。
* u# `% T/ b; Z1 H居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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" @) {: ]; A% `5 g) k6 P47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
/ A8 W; k7 t6 C. MThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

8 Y# o8 g6 a$ x48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
/ Q+ y% g( p  }! ~3 [Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

& {$ J/ k5 H( b49.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。
& U9 Y4 ~6 l. h- W* RWhen 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
# Q$ ^; n! {, ]0 E  Ichildren, 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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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,
% d5 H( Q8 p# U8 rI 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。”
+ q2 V" r' Y3 H" |, \1 {天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
8 m4 g; d. |' G# ?/ H" ufirefly 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
2 a2 F1 M' e# @: |the nest of my silence.

! p, ~6 t* f% {# ^55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
# `+ u, d1 r. ]: T( w; d我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
& H# P8 f+ T) {, z% tThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
) w" H) V( f* j# JI hear the voice of their wings.
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+ n" p( }4 D; V; `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.
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- A, K9 [: b9 F57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
8 q. v. @: i0 Q2 s8 Y0 }0 nThe 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？
% X6 t5 J6 s; y; I4 ?# JThat 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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. h- ~$ X: t0 H: F59.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.
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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 x3 A* R5 o, H: r! K7 @; s1 o; ^+ HI 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
( J* e$ o8 ^! v$ W“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