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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9 e4 |) X2 t! b/ V( o32.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。
, c6 b; S3 r; h) xLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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4 L* ?1 N/ x' X33.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.
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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。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
1 F( J( y1 W6 R5 [" [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。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
  K" l9 m8 u, E4 O. U& ~" y0 M7 lSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

3 x5 O, |4 G6 M. V4 l" F36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
  ]0 c, l" U, ]$ \* D- TI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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" i# k# w0 ^7 k0 z) U; H37.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.
- F0 q. U& N3 x1 v- N- bWash thy soul with silence.

( k4 R& v" E) L# n' O* b38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
/ b, b; g( x3 j& r, E7 g* e( R( WGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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3 e0 G6 S9 T- H. i5 I: ^39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
1 U" o1 ?6 k- ^) f- h: G' H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.
/ \! R% g2 c! U% P: kCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

8 s# z. e- e% H7 y40.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.
, T! f% {) ^. h! lMy 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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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。
$ `5 @- n. J; N! S, OGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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" d7 s) T7 O2 D2 z# `. B0 o7 \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.
' H: S) x9 o* l7 ?* I4 G* vI 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？”
# b- ~( \. W, Z6 B0 z7 ]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.

, h" M, i9 k1 Y9 T44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
' I$ V& {" V9 m# n0 wBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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' q7 ]1 d' t) W, R$ [1 L! ]45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
& \2 h, Z' c" Q; N; A+ cSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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& y9 t9 [% F1 ]2 `- s( w% T4 H9 n46.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.
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47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
* _9 _5 \: g5 f! `The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

( I- u) i; w, a2 C48.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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) i# v3 p4 c2 K8 Q49.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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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
- e" e' ]3 w. Q8 v  r2 Gchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

( O3 J' ~2 M7 k# D4 F& U  x9 ?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,
8 ~. Q$ V1 _/ u$ x7 L. n6 EI can see your face and know you as bliss.

9 ]# J6 s6 D. g% ~& }1 ?4 K$ C53.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。
4 u( k/ C( v$ H" @; ^The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

/ s! w/ y* x; [6 H0 L# z) m- ?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。
, D) d$ u' m8 l; Q3 MIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
+ l. G( O! _- T5 Wthe nest of my silence.
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$ s/ H$ Q# e" ~2 A  K55.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.
+ ?) X+ l5 y' h( a" zI 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.

% k! ?2 _6 t9 @$ V  c3 \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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! n5 J  b$ v, U* p58.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?

59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
' V5 Q; V/ c3 X. r; ^Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

6 a! Z; h  F- \% M4 c! n; ]60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
& c% Z5 r9 \% uI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
filled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
7 ^6 T/ a8 d9 k“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
* P3 E  y1 {5 `, n7 Z, f1 s$ w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