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
8 l& E; Z2 I2 j+ [$ Z0 I/ i0 F各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
& H% n, X9 q  YWhen 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.

( Q% w$ p- S* z! D; r32.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.

" ?0 U; [" Y* U" 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。　　　　
/ l8 v8 z5 J' w$ x它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
0 d: J/ q& v' b2 ^3 |% ROne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

/ Q7 P0 r: R/ G8 e& \+ y35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
* t) Y; X  Q  v% y2 A把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
+ p: q. ?/ z7 f+ SThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
0 e) W: S* ^& F1 T- JSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

" D- i9 B- S; |  C36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
; L  H0 t7 n8 {" n: rI have my stars in the sky.
/ r$ [- {: s/ T3 {1 o5 C' M" ?But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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$ C. J; n. v  U& e, h! N37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
' d( h* n& T6 Z用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
$ M$ b+ y! I, r1 M. Y8 jWash 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。
' r4 [& s$ e- P1 a5 KGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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6 L2 b; C+ f& ]3 W( ]39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
/ Y" }" b! X+ E. o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.
; U* @( ~& z4 O1 a: [Come 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.
) B+ q3 z% w; y0 mMy 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.

; z7 Q% Z3 i6 n/ p% W* ^8 p41.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。
  l  ]+ V: ]" W$ F$ p$ i) fGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

7 q# l, E$ b- g. s42.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。
& d6 z* j- T6 ]$ K5 ZThis 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.

% _* Q6 |1 W( p  d& ^+ U3 `43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
9 {5 o8 S" w4 s& H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.
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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.

( ^$ `$ ]. X# G45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
, y: R7 `' m8 X( DSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

  @7 U9 a; P( z% J( T4 B3 d46.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。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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8 @7 F  }& E; l48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
& T. `* v# N  V" jPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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( |4 ?# O7 Y: l* e0 t: s- P49.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。
; W. h0 L7 ?- O* _/ y& uWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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' l& A1 p3 g8 U& |" N9 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。”
: H. p5 Y8 p4 T: S" ~8 X) W" }The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
' D7 Q# G# X  p7 p% U! GThe 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.
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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。”
) Y; ?* s. a0 [) _1 K+ T5 a6 i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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+ `, Y, Z. X2 j) o" c- V, M54.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。
$ R" T; G3 k: B5 N6 |- tIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
2 F# d$ Z. l. f( l. Dthe nest of my silence.
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; D2 C7 R# t1 N0 ]/ R* }55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
1 {6 }! J2 e  q我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
9 n2 `  D$ |/ o  Y- DThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
) ^# \: G7 {( Y3 }9 s  ]9 k0 EI 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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* d: d/ N; q9 g1 m& B( h9 I57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
. R( R( A6 o5 c2 aThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

( H* N% W1 S3 p' N9 C  ]" O+ c$ J58.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？
1 D) \* ?  Y- b. O6 xThat 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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% ^' s7 E1 f; H1 E59.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.
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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
, U2 `* m/ o8 B9 W6 l3 pfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
5 D2 u8 H. S& Q3 x: y“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
4 _0 e( @9 \7 V' C. H0 v  [3 L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