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.

6 r9 X7 F0 J3 F' \" R& q32.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。
0 r; i2 @/ }# X  m# }- zLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

, o/ h' Y; _. ^" ^6 x4 G33.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。
: J0 m( E: \6 |6 f7 O( Y6 w  nWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

* A3 d: a8 r8 u) R0 y% q34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
; G' q8 B  [, v& z3 W它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It 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。
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.
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9 z: S. b% }' U# I36.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.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
5 a" Q% Z, L! S( v8 R5 q; V! [用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
( l6 e/ k& L5 a& {4 z5 \4 I1 IWash thy soul with silence.

$ J- D5 u% W% P+ C0 C  Y38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
+ b" l& v# A% N; d. J9 O3 K: LGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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9 k+ q% ~* q7 n6 g39.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.
' L& u2 c, w# f" K: c+ gCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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: O" a' Z7 R  A40.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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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.

) t$ {+ `% {% F) N. o2 n4 ?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，
3 P( A* d, q5 h4 e: l# Q, Z我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
& S' `& M: d- D" Z  T. b% s0 aThis 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.

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。
; ]% x$ Y) v2 t- @  j! L' SBy 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.

* X% b  w8 @7 L. c2 j: T46.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.

47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
6 C3 n3 u) j$ x' _' N: IThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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2 O. z7 j5 c3 b3 }6 F48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
! o7 `& E: a% N  y  XPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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49.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.

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
, a) ?2 d# h, M7 O$ ]children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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  J% W! M5 h4 G4 O( K51.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。
2 j! z5 \* y  m" B. r5 }* C0 eLove! 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。”
天上的星不回答它。
0 i( J" m2 P" @- T, I4 m6 ?, t1 ]The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
% J2 |/ b" _/ F& [. hfirefly 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。
" U* A# J8 I% \# P0 P  XIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
* L2 M  l( a6 t3 b7 e: othe nest of my silence.

2 K! D- {. v& O! T3 ~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。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
% o. n0 n7 W1 q) `' X; S- ^6 h) uI hear the voice of their wings.
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* M. \" D) ~0 g8 {) [' J  H% K56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
. R0 \2 M3 d* T) y/ z. ~+ t; OThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

+ ^- B0 z0 Y* a; D" `2 \57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
! n5 s$ S1 w4 dThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.
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- c: s. ^+ X/ z% v7 m$ d58.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？
; H4 x$ b: G; z( o, J) q: f7 Q; k+ wThat 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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) E7 f# Z" V* T+ u3 O3 N  s3 v59.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.

60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
, S, E' B. A$ G$ q! n) v& I  u3 g1 qI 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
) R* L$ m" i% x+ M2 Y1 c2 h“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
6 |, w  k5 `9 ]$ {% m' B4 c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