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.
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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。
: d2 R0 r+ y4 a1 sLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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1 O2 P+ y1 z8 z7 Y7 h7 s33.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。
& u: {1 I" u1 k- a( ?; mWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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* ~7 K# F5 U) k34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
& _0 n8 s4 p7 R# ?- f9 YOne 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。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
% ]# k/ V( J1 q. \! x0 R& F) @The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
5 q$ l6 o% N. G$ f8 f  CSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

36.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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" b3 X/ c6 d" C- j6 l37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
' n8 i9 P) H& q* f8 Z6 KThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
& P2 E* m, c4 x9 p, a2 M8 kWash thy soul with silence.

38.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.

39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
$ K7 ~9 t% E) ~& W. r; b; v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.
/ Z- F6 B! r% G, i5 tCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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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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! p; h8 U' u3 Z5 }* r' A; g  e! ?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。
7 M4 `, o5 A# m* x$ XGod'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，
/ Y% K8 B& s6 M$ ?* J" S" j我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
# y( r' X) b$ F; PThis 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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" l! s5 {7 H, J0 f8 a0 _) m43.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。”
* f' m- L3 G4 C3 ^: m8 P3 bWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
. B- l8 r, K4 \& `( j9 K1 PI 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。
, J3 n  O+ }( _4 L# dBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

' u9 Q$ [! U6 `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.
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: d0 G& u- l8 t5 P! Q* p2 H" i46.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.

3 n  i4 C; Y7 E7 m0 w47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
0 l6 ~0 g/ ^" U* x( e5 H7 OThe 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。
5 J& I: x9 m' _  ]: R* |Power 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。”
3 \/ a9 w* C$ \; HThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
7 w. g4 q" G3 f" Q+ @' v- rchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
8 i/ V2 D1 y: Q: L2 pThe 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。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
* I9 L5 z% n! Y! z' o: v3 fI 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。”
天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
- X+ H. B# P: }) [( ?firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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4 M, y0 v/ w! l) ~5 @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
8 m# `; K5 V' f- p7 cthe nest of my silence.

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.
' g* @! v/ }* tI hear the voice of their wings.

  F2 z/ q. V4 O9 V9 ]" K1 I8 ^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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% R* n/ s3 e9 F3 C" N# B& H, Z& W57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
- @% x6 r4 v0 t; |% b. w. CThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
" }: N5 r" X  g% D2 U1 Win songs.

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?

, \$ N: }' J; U/ p/ k) i4 @' g59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
5 }6 x! N6 a4 H7 ]( j3 d# `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。
+ d0 z5 i- K- n5 Z* a% rI 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
2 _& ~* Y1 o0 ?“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
% f# r8 Z! C% R# Y; m/ ~1 }) @* P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