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。
4 k$ U& U& @2 D; a- ?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。
/ Y$ z5 Q" \/ h$ o8 f! nLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

! H  ~6 ^8 R% F/ j. Z33.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。”
( ~- W2 ?& K8 AOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
' q& [4 e9 t: m* h: c5 iIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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( A# m5 {5 {$ K+ k; A; ]/ @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。
3 j9 `9 F* O( D+ g+ i9 i1 o! `The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
' g% y$ Z! f7 C6 c6 bSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

- p5 H5 u  y: M0 V36.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.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

) `0 Q( C6 l6 G37.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.
4 O8 {5 \; L, V) V" QWash thy soul with silence.
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( m/ Y8 h, f. i8 D3 q8 X: G38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
8 {! m. `* e- z: P# p) nGaps 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。
( j* i! G  M* |" Z* w7 o出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
$ X1 j6 k4 k2 k+ r* y: S/ @The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
8 b9 D4 Y4 G5 c/ QCome 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.
. N5 E; U  R( b9 U  M) iMy 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。
  ]6 E- x% R3 ^5 A6 \$ rGod'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，
% `. h9 Y) c, V8 k! q* x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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' H0 j4 o& S$ a43.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。”
* S) }4 c( D9 ]" j# kWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
% m( z5 S  q: v* L% \I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

* v9 s6 _$ p; F44.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.

* L/ n# `) P8 V* T45.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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+ g8 H/ l6 z6 s: Z) f46.大的不怕与小的同游。
/ u, ~) }( L0 }居中的却远而避之。
% c5 j) \) v" M: I/ zThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

& ^/ n  D* a% @' L6 `47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
2 |, o* m% U3 o$ R) a# aThe 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.

! ?' D( k5 @7 w+ r49.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。
/ C9 N' S* E2 {% hWhen 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。”
/ s" F+ N9 v* n/ G$ jThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
3 _$ h3 Z! q- B! l: i6 B& `8 pchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

6 W) I# C% e1 i! H51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
! F6 N3 D' k5 w5 G5 }$ YThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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  G5 k' L2 k: F9 E5 `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。
# u; v: ^8 G+ U( {+ r4 l" @& yLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
, h! l; g( S; V) p  b6 PI 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。”
天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly 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.
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) @4 ]5 o" X+ O" C! o55.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。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
- r! R1 y, Y: GI hear the voice of their wings.
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6 ^8 A% Q( W2 I  Q7 W' \' Y; V56.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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57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
6 w0 i) j3 c5 {The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
1 C7 [' }( ~+ w8 `9 ~9 G. zin songs.
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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?
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9 G4 [1 }, I$ d& H! H59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
5 j$ ^  Y( h* B5 \+ tThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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6 o8 p  L$ ~7 m! w2 m& D# |* t60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
$ X; n/ I6 z# [5 d6 a- HI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
4 G$ O# i2 \" G9 K9 J0 yfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
% Z: V) D$ C0 N0 @4 [3 C“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