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。
) J% @" p" \  e* Q" f! QWhen 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。
% i+ a1 ]4 M% vLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

+ X1 l3 |- M- w* L. [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。
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。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
9 [7 w, ]: Q6 ?! C6 IOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
, C+ P) J* d# |2 j1 YIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
/ _: O' g5 \9 Q' D1 ?& y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.
4 V: E5 \$ |/ m; g: y2 QSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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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.
3 o. t4 C( l( XBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
6 Z7 }8 ?  }7 i3 }% k用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
0 q$ T; \$ I2 ~+ Y, o2 u% T0 L" rThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
' ^% W5 s. Z. A& b3 G; q# G$ k2 YWash thy soul with silence.
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38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
! w/ J4 T! n1 l" d4 P, d- EGaps 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。
5 K2 Q; _/ U1 N$ J3 l$ N" J. H$ f: @* t出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
+ B8 `; ^0 M$ A7 _* j* |/ Y0 KThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
2 |! H6 d$ O1 iCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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* C  {8 n% a9 P- Y5 A. ?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.
* i6 i6 I. V# ~# i3 S3 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.
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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。
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。
! O9 s0 s7 {) U% v0 Q$ vThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
1 P% ^. h* p# ~& O1 x1 FI 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？”
$ s9 R5 Y5 z+ d3 a8 j2 v0 J6 o瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
) N( L* m) r  M6 a' VWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
* u5 \3 E/ \* @( N6 _0 S* xI 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。
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。
' P  n8 `9 D( k- o; w9 Y+ MSilence 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.

9 V( @2 {( Q/ A2 e47.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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, E2 h' }. g9 y$ n* t1 O+ W49.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。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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9 ~2 b/ p1 A- B$ k! H+ E50.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
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

, K! o, L, b* n5 o51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

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。
$ Y# r. p+ n! q8 a7 ]" W1 CLove! 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。”
1 @1 E7 `, h+ x! k: O$ `天上的星不回答它。
- G) w  ~& Q: q3 a! VThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
0 N; L& B6 {% j' j" vfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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$ C+ l5 K0 J- h% q54.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.
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4 n8 r6 @7 m! E, b9 V* u- k  _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。
, a0 n! Z5 b" @( ^# dThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

) `  [7 T6 O& h. E56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
* _- Q  x. b. N9 ?( f- F# `The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

9 V! m) T3 o" X( w7 z1 e3 l& f57.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?

+ a0 T/ _$ `; B  \% b59.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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9 U7 V& F* U9 |/ p( B; |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
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devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
1 ^) O0 X0 a  P2 Q3 J4 f9 K3 ~' K“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