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
- P, L. u5 e5 D) E' I, W0 P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.

& X' Z& ]$ c1 z) X. `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。
, I) k4 F# X! j, m5 ~Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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( q# v4 E5 c$ ?* x5 o33.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。　　　　
1 L5 `* m1 |2 o' y# m+ v& c它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
3 ~) B( S3 F7 y( \# l; a, @, WIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

& b% I  n( k( h, [" m: c35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
1 n3 ?$ P9 w/ `+ o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.
Save 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。
4 h" N* R8 c7 u- k0 wI have my stars in the sky.
# X/ q1 p. M2 B5 NBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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$ v6 W" g$ d( `/ b+ s- @4 `37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
2 P& k$ ^; ]3 n! u  S/ aThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash 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.
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39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
% C- s3 ~+ K$ W& g出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
2 [4 I% D& p: FThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
$ ]2 e! u0 U$ s. b' ~2 A: yCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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/ Y: @6 S: p( K; @  `2 e40.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.
9 J1 I( C/ r# C) _: F1 w3 XMy 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.

; p/ ?. i5 T7 k9 f) v41.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。
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，
6 S# M' x) `! g' E. W" u' l5 t我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
# {- Y* E. y# B$ c: jThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
# m: b$ V$ V' {) y" H) o& T2 zI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

9 y  Y( G$ z: B9 n43.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。”
7 z2 I$ l# r: n/ a7 {7 KWho 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。
' ^0 f" w# p% W. y. RBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
; Y4 H1 Q8 I& W1 F" rSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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& a: ]# |+ @* d' z1 K46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
+ ?( E* \; [# y5 K& v2 n9 {The 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。
3 f* E3 ?; [6 q: eThe 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.

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。
# N# F, [1 }& G9 y: o! yWhen 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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
1 w( ]3 ?* e9 e+ O, j4 Y; |children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

1 d  X3 C6 q% ~7 T51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
2 H" l1 V# ]6 {The 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,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.
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" `. e, @; ?( t( H53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
' V- q9 n; }2 m% G: t2 ~; O# Z$ X天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
8 A8 R2 S$ D; u3 g: m8 d6 Dfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

& T! J7 s4 _( r0 }0 J! c0 @, q; ~# z54.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
; E7 o. Q; `1 S9 u+ I! J$ D$ Q1 |: ~the nest of my silence.
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( q, }1 b3 M  |  |. ~55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
; j# ~, X' W9 j# e; @6 |我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
% ]& c) H0 j- T; ZThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
6 ^- w3 Q& p6 K  Z( g" AI hear the voice of their wings.

$ M- |4 J& Z2 U+ Q' I56.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.

+ ~% i. G$ k/ c7 W0 W% z% w* w) Z57.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
' C4 o- I; ]4 A3 q9 k7 @in songs.

; v# q( n% B* M/ S. K/ f- 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？
" `" R# D* n8 X! H) N0 r/ pThat 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?

  V  t4 `+ k# N% B  O0 |/ }59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
/ ^, t4 v; k+ rThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

- n7 t" I' w5 B; q# c60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
. A6 v# M, c: @$ `% iI 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
“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
7 ]0 l2 L- D1 k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