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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. ~( Q9 k' R7 h$ N0 _3 {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。
0 z) e8 b- v: F& I/ {Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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1 x: p5 d% `- ~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。
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。　　　　
$ a$ r; _* }1 x$ H: A, e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.

35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
+ H( s( `: a) L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.
  Q+ M+ c/ R6 }1 P/ N2 f, n3 E. ISave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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) N8 G; \* ^+ u$ U36.我有群星在天上，
$ Z3 h8 K4 \9 m1 d6 S9 Q& D但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
* X0 m" S, x. |% F# S1 ?( P1 k用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
, c! Z: H/ P* g, i/ x0 S/ `( S. X( WThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
: o- Q! S6 ~  o" k3 a! ~. Q: J. E1 HWash thy soul with silence.

2 c2 r& q8 l2 o1 U8 h+ ~6 t' W7 x/ G38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
8 N  U. d7 ^* }, ~0 [* LGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

+ b- n! c1 p; E; N6 K3 _+ z" `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.
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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.
+ d. [9 u) }# A$ OMy 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。
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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; |9 u, k, C: ?: q% m; }* y% @; N: ]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。
8 j  _5 G# _4 V8 k3 p' x  pThis 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.
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43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
5 ~9 Z' T4 }0 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.
4 M1 G* u# S8 i) X- W; o0 O  |I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

3 {( J3 r% S, j; W$ d/ G44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
3 K% |0 b! }  N% t- r+ I5 yBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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0 Y  ^# L9 y* N2 K4 L45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
* d$ P' a, X6 e( w( oSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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! P0 {% u5 p2 m  x& i3 c* u46.大的不怕与小的同游。
( w5 X$ ^& s8 n5 P/ c& G# F6 Z居中的却远而避之。
+ R. |% _" n" c: E7 ?: iThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

# `( j3 \5 X! x: W  c! J2 L% G47.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.

8 L) d& r4 Q& |! G& M" p48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
, i: W& ?! T. p: y, @Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

$ |5 t' C. }- q9 C49.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。
& U) G8 n- Y) ?7 Z- h/ qWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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7 b7 d6 P' A5 E% x( z' d3 `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。”
# {% z+ r- N; B2 _/ U! yThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

3 c! u9 d4 R3 c51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
9 f/ X! |% g$ D  K  E" QThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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: X# ~4 c4 y  h) q52.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。
$ w0 }5 ]2 j: {1 g: vLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

/ r( I% ?' l6 _9 u1 e53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
" U! w) x& B/ r1 C" v) q天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
! v! [* R0 E2 N5 u9 r* ^firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

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。
& u2 w$ H2 R! K' iIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
  C, m+ Y/ y( X8 _, o* [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。
我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
7 S4 f' k7 @* K, @' SThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
/ C9 U- S& s/ s4 a2 |4 DI hear the voice of their wings.
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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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. G: f' @* k/ ]$ x7 P* U/ D& c/ m57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
& W$ s+ o( i1 q: u; ]& ZThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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7 X7 G7 f) g7 A5 U) P0 k7 A58.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？
& A, n* u! S3 P9 O* M1 l4 [# oThat 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?

: Z0 q8 ?/ s# p) R# n% c59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
1 h# l1 Z3 a; ^1 }, f' U3 qThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

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
" l) I2 V3 |) Z) U! M* ^“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
6 L6 [$ u, H' P) 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