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
9 @# v, N6 z) `3 L8 v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.

% p2 g1 l1 h  j' B+ I' }+ A32.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。
1 |, b( Y6 L& S: R1 iLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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; I  O0 p/ `' A33.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。
0 t* o% `  x8 p0 ?! PWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

5 g" ~8 o  E# h" E) f1 v3 O; R34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
4 A4 X* x2 }% T7 W它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
" y- |" a5 h: wOne 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。
0 W! h2 O% [; k) t9 X把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
5 r2 J, o. C0 k1 q) s% OThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
) q$ X; j8 j4 a# ]# N( }Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

% f/ C8 E1 Z  J% V36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
- C0 \+ ?# r' R6 ^. L7 tI have my stars in the sky.
5 h# t  R/ V2 l0 h3 J) H' b* IBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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% j) s" ]5 q" r) r# H9 ?: _/ X! E37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
, s; [) I; `0 g+ [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.
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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。
' R* C% p4 \# T+ f, HGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

2 i, z' S/ H2 D; M39.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。
  H; U/ r! B, i) d; AThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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5 P" H3 K+ U+ y40.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.
1 e* h  M, |# R, [* U  OMy 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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  R, K, y5 w1 l  i4 ^. s! W8 h" ], B41.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。
1 o* @9 _( |5 v  H6 GGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

. W& \2 C/ g4 p) \8 p5 Q+ T  h6 m: h42.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。
This 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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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。”
0 y% d: d2 [6 J% uWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
# k5 @6 P' F; W7 h: p6 M% M  i3 hBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
1 U/ O: ?* z& i, c- _# U: p3 O0 N' v; ]" VSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

6 @) s3 S, l" z% S( Z. [" Q46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
) O! g0 b6 c0 }0 J' [The 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。
7 d9 n, t' d7 a) Q# vThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
; w5 F, _2 \) m7 Z: ^9 c: zPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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  P8 j- c% d2 t; e. k3 U$ N49.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。
; P7 R+ G  S! `$ tWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

; b  O2 r* f: V# C50.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.

5 ?" p) N& R% W0 {8 g51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
. H" v: V/ r" |The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

6 s( z# m  y9 K  s* Q6 l52.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。
: G9 j6 b# \2 z# q6 a) VLove! 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。”
5 A) H: }1 z, d. ]( _天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
( v- ?9 F- E2 _; g9 dfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

- ?' Q5 y4 i5 x; G/ O4 v5 f54.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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1 J. I9 o) ?# W55.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。
$ H3 d, M  z$ XThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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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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% ?# N; p7 r8 M$ w. m! a6 V57.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
. z9 t1 E; y! U0 A" @% R" qin songs.
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* T$ n1 D. j$ v+ @7 S58.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？
! [6 I5 e5 ?3 I6 g* p+ k8 _& }' @# BThat 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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; o# ~7 [. o3 R% P0 x59.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。
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
8 ?9 Y' v$ X& X4 }" I“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
  D* \3 p% [% I1 J. H: V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