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
$ z. w& X; A+ V1 @9 H7 ?) o各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
, k) x4 }! s0 c1 Q; u0 p; {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。
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。
6 |" l8 w+ X! ZWoman, 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。　　　　
& b9 ^/ E9 K& O# q0 s/ p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。
4 L6 d* M' @4 h( p4 m' f1 p5 l把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
3 H9 c- h' }( y" O/ WThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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; b4 W1 _1 [6 t" V% G+ C$ J36.我有群星在天上，
, E: a: R* j6 |! x8 z  S但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
9 j8 C& P; S" k2 q( V( t  j. N2 G0 YI have my stars in the sky.
2 x# K: p# L- Q7 Q* wBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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2 L/ y$ g- t8 i/ ^6 D  K37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
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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) y2 n: g2 o  K6 G+ M38.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.

9 e- o9 e9 p  l; ?, m39.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.

2 R. w: P4 l1 Z: M9 F40.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.

9 J; z& X, Q$ M! y. p  Y41.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。
* W0 F+ ^" |, v- k. }1 mGod'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& H" v) G1 B! W4 p6 R5 ?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.
9 v! v+ y- \0 h! sI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

$ b1 x6 b& L$ l43.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.
0 K' c8 Q& _8 Z1 Y7 L/ S8 J3 r; wI 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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  v: h% ?) m/ c: O: S7 N45.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.

  D4 X2 Y. ?) {. }# ?, u46.大的不怕与小的同游。
! {4 Q6 V) O5 y5 j+ V0 }居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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) h. s9 t! T; b47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
5 s1 A* L3 g6 g7 D0 mThe 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。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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. I5 ?! U6 ?# E" b49.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.
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5 I, |( T, @, Q4 x! n  G50.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。”
4 H* F4 F9 s  f  f8 q- o5 BThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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2 O3 ]5 y: r0 L# n" f8 Z51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
  }3 h# D- J( ]6 k8 xThe 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.

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
( h* D; b4 c! y4 F6 f7 I* ]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。
! |5 c$ ?) z5 D0 S' P, p3 G- ?$ YIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
3 l  |6 Q" S' q" Qthe nest of my silence.
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0 S( \; `; e1 W% |$ [& R2 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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& Y4 ]$ G2 T9 Q9 h8 |+ F56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
) a# \; S6 G6 C( x& O  CThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

' v5 u3 \& E1 F: Y, \1 ~1 v) p57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
9 N+ {* ~5 `6 zThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

( U* n8 e/ K9 V6 m: s9 P9 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？
# A0 M9 P+ s& m/ t6 v, L7 AThat 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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' C$ ?1 P- {. n; M, q( C59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
1 A2 V, O  P2 W7 i: ?8 \! QThought 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。
I 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
“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
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