泰戈尔诗7

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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
# Z6 W. R1 l) H$ W0 b各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
) Z. l  @2 J" @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。
$ z& u, _' P6 r' C, w4 k, _Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

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。
! h& Y; r9 T6 S$ DWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
0 O( ]7 k1 i2 w& Z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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; D- m  a2 H6 }( o1 l/ d) a7 \35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
. z9 E* y2 e6 c. T# t# u把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
1 u) M+ ~0 _1 A2 pThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

7 ^% H3 m. O( a8 O+ A36.我有群星在天上，
' J( B- C+ V! x但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
8 q- y- X" S* t; q& KI have my stars in the sky.
$ C& A$ c7 A5 n8 d/ P4 hBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
" ]% H/ r1 ~9 }/ Y9 A4 z: U" y- }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。
% U* c8 \  h, l1 U/ a/ i$ ]9 ZGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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+ g% }8 t6 H, E39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
5 i1 H9 }9 ^" N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.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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4 Z* J" }9 o+ b9 M$ M+ d5 n! L/ ~* X40.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.
6 p/ ^# z( T8 n9 R1 SMy 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.

/ L) h6 |' f3 u: n; t$ ^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。
* I$ Y: a1 L4 @9 y' [( ~God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

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。
This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
1 r5 o2 J; P5 v5 R: x$ B) RI 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。”
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。
By 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。
' P! q# C, X6 l7 a  ]9 Q1 E6 j& ySilence 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。
, d* X  a/ m, o0 v+ n. w居中的却远而避之。
# G) Q& I9 {' c2 B( A& \) ZThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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' W- A5 F+ y7 ?0 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.
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  D7 W6 c1 |2 R9 E$ u* m48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

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。
% ^* r/ Q. y' A2 V- RWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

6 J3 r2 p6 B: k  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。”
* e( y% I9 X, C% u! c& j' h3 Z3 RThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
( {' G# q0 z" I, S; s" ~) d2 uchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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* p+ m; X* K) l3 p) Y/ [7 t51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
3 [9 f8 z% }% Q6 ?The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

" p! b- b1 m: H+ [7 J) u7 o52.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。
Love! 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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$ C8 O/ B' |+ t: I8 x# F/ }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。”
2 Q9 A  v+ [4 E4 \  `" \- A5 ?; @5 N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
+ Y! E# s8 ?: O  Wthe nest of my silence.
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: J( C! ?$ Y7 U, ?/ ?2 q55.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。
% K( P, X" P. k+ _4 k) oThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
1 K0 F4 q( h7 c0 d4 QI hear the voice of their wings.
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$ T3 t6 [) U& e56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
" {/ o" Z# J4 G' C8 zThe 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。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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/ B! d! f# \& p/ 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？
' g  ~- j- w$ X  r+ EThat 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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59.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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3 s1 X* I6 z8 v; x60.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
2 o# a& d7 {( M8 ifilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
0 C% g) U* [: j: @1 {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