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
4 c# T9 S% ^1 p- O% G各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
9 T* f1 B7 S+ _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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3 v+ q" _( e: ]9 S) K  }9 n0 u) J32.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。
% J$ g7 m2 O. c: }7 e& @Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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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.

, K" Y5 L: E/ E" ~1 k/ q34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
0 p1 w( k( P2 V" v+ a1 ~7 w; q它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
9 c- i% ]1 W, n9 [& j+ r5 z0 WOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

( m  M' h) s: |6 X8 A35.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。
' G6 J8 W* t/ \$ y1 \: P1 {- nThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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1 z" [' C# I" r36.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.
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6 _$ D+ A. V# p. [, e37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
+ q3 @; r8 Y) V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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$ G/ z  l: H. q' A' S# x' L) N38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
Gaps 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。
; C: j) j2 c0 ]) s) c* q( S出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
5 Q: _: e% L! P# @9 mThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
  u) i: g! [5 s1 lCome 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.
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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! b) y# B+ z% 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。
, h* `5 g! U* X, o$ S. x0 }3 M1 XGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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$ Z) m8 r, C& P0 O0 V; e  s8 V( t. x2 M42.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，
# h4 z# N' `9 N/ l( r) q我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
& \( m2 x( N4 {! M# r$ D% N( eThis 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.
$ x( |& E, y  n  X' B9 ~7 V$ jI 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.
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' M( t4 B! |/ v" d! O5 H/ Y45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
) F* `0 U# q3 S, ]4 @$ dSilence 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。
居中的却远而避之。
8 ?4 D& b( D) ?* {The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

+ s2 Y% n" v8 p) z47.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.

1 s  F( \" f& n48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
- m4 C& X* }) v& W" mPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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( o$ [/ J, ?1 z" I' g49.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.

+ {$ l$ F$ S9 B- I+ ^. s- f; F50.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
1 m$ L' I3 R9 z& b: C; nchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
( g1 c& ~" p0 r2 h! ]9 kThe 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。
  j& R) {  g% l" z7 S  zLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
: w( @! B/ z, qI 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。
. I$ r6 a6 f4 U6 JThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
# @  E/ |& ]& s2 W* n% w* M" ?( pfirefly 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。
1 U* K/ U2 y: V1 C+ OIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
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; L6 L! F7 P- S: \2 u55.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.
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.

1 T5 ^. @- ^* I/ G# c# g2 i+ N57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
' S  Z; G7 }  ZThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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1 @4 P3 s9 C- O% _1 H$ ^$ t58.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？
. R& D8 x. Y6 @% G+ n9 s! q" U: d5 V# vThat 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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+ H% O( u$ i1 ~) I% E59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
4 A8 Z; V& B5 t0 V0 K0 Z/ WThought 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。
+ D/ O3 h$ \1 LI 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
* \+ ]; p# [/ P" O! c) J“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
% D* e" [9 K5 u% @3 o, n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