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
  F+ z% A5 h4 L! k) |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.

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。
+ L) e+ k9 h( w3 C" iLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

; V. E* i5 F/ W% U: \+ r6 s33.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.

1 Z, S# c5 e3 W& j% Y6 e6 |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。”
& C6 Q% ]2 y! {6 k* P8 j# ?One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
' x8 d/ d+ s4 G* k4 f$ y: L) s0 i  Q& BIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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# ^/ p' {4 g. H+ E2 Y# Z7 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。
; F& T0 C% V2 j: ?9 M0 YThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
, F: `5 W) j; e# v4 q2 J# SSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

$ j3 I9 y" w* A- H. ~1 P3 ^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.
% E. T1 t+ y- V% U3 T4 x3 u& i' uBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

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.
( n, q' x: N7 `  GWash thy soul with silence.

+ }6 d3 K* g! `; N, u7 G) i1 w8 R38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
/ ^. f* u% J4 M. S; o" W' GGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

. ~4 X7 D# c. S$ e( n7 J6 z# ]5 B* E" U39.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。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
. B- ~. `3 p" D9 t2 wCome 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.
8 Y9 P. k; M5 S% RMy 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.

+ ?+ v% f; b$ s9 m/ h: t3 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，
我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
' v% L; W" M' d4 bThis 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.
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+ m6 G6 q; g2 C5 ?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.
, q; ?9 V  Y8 {8 RI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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6 \4 x: \; Z9 P5 X" |4 n44.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.

45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
Silence 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。
, V7 x0 P/ D0 F, ?9 [: A居中的却远而避之。
4 c9 c4 |- f+ j0 I  G% IThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

47.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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9 w; G( X+ V3 y0 ~6 l, Y! b48.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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/ Z2 Q/ v! Q# Z- ?" Z. |) ~) 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。
4 O. j: b: A& m2 F, L6 dWhen 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。”
( X7 e2 u+ L3 u. FThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
$ W0 Z0 N$ m% ychildren, 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。
" c5 h3 v9 o  K5 b" @* f4 LLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

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
% K/ f. R5 z/ Sfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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- d0 c0 q) U# @1 {# X- q4 I5 A54.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。
* m" h2 o! E7 m% Q/ HIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
) s6 y4 c% c7 W% M, i" }) |the nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
( z% p+ Q$ j8 Y6 K. M' x/ V我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
  V! O( v# _3 K8 i$ OI hear the voice of their wings.

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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$ }( [) l7 w" K2 t57.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
5 l" y* e3 o! ]8 W6 Nin songs.

+ z  s. v+ C6 R8 ?8 m5 ]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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7 K6 p5 b3 ]2 g1 w7 q: r59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
0 B4 M$ F3 _! y4 QThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

60.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
' R, D! z9 ]- rfilled 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
+ ~. C3 w. V# Q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