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
( w* c4 w5 s) S! M- Q3 o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.

( t, c3 E( |2 v5 A, t( I' l32.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。
  x2 u; w/ {- N4 g" j" x- aLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

3 N4 G$ @9 ?  V3 C+ I. \" ]8 T0 H33.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。”
5 V' p7 K' g, a: p' kOne 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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/ w1 P1 _% s, Q/ ?5 b& t& {' t35.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。
) e' A% h8 w0 v; |- O: }The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

4 h8 w2 i& n1 S: }( x1 J36.我有群星在天上，
+ \0 a4 i4 |% T% a* d% g  x但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
) E+ @8 ]' K& q6 X/ ?I have my stars in the sky.
& K0 @5 @6 y, r# }But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
! i* P9 }% `% ~* V7 s用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
/ A# _& D# K" S3 [5 CThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
; d0 z+ N& h& s& x+ G+ V$ `0 _3 pWash 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。
# P8 ^: r) L( a) |) BGaps 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。
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.

  f/ g' t2 Z6 V; z* i7 }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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9 G; w$ I6 c$ v  V$ ~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。
$ [9 l# h% X% ^: Y- J9 x; gGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

( v! v) e$ N% A7 k42.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。
8 a! o" L2 K( p- r/ B- hThis 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.

/ c( ~2 I2 f& C) V- O43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
, Q( m6 Y% Q) u0 B  N* R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.

+ e/ F3 J* |' |6 b4 G8 b) ?7 ]44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
  G% K' ~' K$ vBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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: {" x0 t& X% {# \. G3 y45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
+ {% t2 A$ q- A  oSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
* I; G8 R) w( \1 {* W) x) r' d; FThe 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。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

$ @) z: X0 K# G2 v+ s6 S48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
# ?7 W' n* j4 ^5 y: N: |$ q# rPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

* r/ |1 M5 p1 |: F8 i9 j  S  u49.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。
" m: D6 N2 y4 p7 s* C. V7 hWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

3 R7 ~  ^) W! R2 _) {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
6 }. F6 K8 z% p( E8 Rchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

0 j6 X: E9 Z4 Z. u* n% ?& s51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The 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。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

) g3 ^/ {, h4 q: D) F* O4 R6 k53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
( w1 @2 }2 `+ q: q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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/ Z# J. s, q. J, y7 W54.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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55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
& M! v; Z2 |6 y/ `7 @& j我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
% G% T* P# m5 z$ x% S8 l4 _# wThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

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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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
0 Y+ H' J. w; b5 w# v% R4 Bin songs.
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- y4 V. c# B' M% a- B& f58.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？
9 w: n* v$ i% {0 ~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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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.

  T+ ]( n( K9 D' i1 k60.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
8 S/ ]' i: s2 c2 m! f" D2 d) ^filled 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
' e$ ]: Z8 w2 \1 c' Q8 q7 h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