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
2 q2 D% F* f- B; L3 w$ H) e各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
/ y" }) |! A6 H( Y2 SWhen 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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7 T; ?  w3 j4 j9 p32.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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  q" x" U; A- m% B' N9 `7 n33.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.

/ n; x2 }, `- i( E1 \34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
* f) j1 q/ i) S# ~& x- u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.

" a+ _. h# \- m35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
: J8 j1 J/ P' n; P: ]- {. }: h  {+ Y. ]0 h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.
/ y# n2 a# ?! w; g8 c; v9 a% o: y' SSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

3 _" c, }& l1 z) {' o; ?36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
" ^3 K4 f! {& N8 _But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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" l; p4 z! T/ I2 W2 v4 s4 q! t0 j! @37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
, \; V1 R3 b  r  W/ m0 i用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
% s* F) ]) n' ]2 a; G0 @5 oThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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* Y7 U& Y  a3 ?0 w2 n  a( l38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
+ C0 w# d6 i1 kGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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5 |: \4 [/ y: x% P$ S- x39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
0 {2 k' C+ W0 G/ z" I出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
" @  {# w) ~3 f0 T  g5 a/ a' H1 B; |The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
- P% ?) m) h1 u  M, C8 g/ Z; UCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

# P6 r4 F- I( s& T5 b  A( v9 j" ]0 i40.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.

1 h( l9 B* s8 N7 C  T41.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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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，
9 R/ n( W2 K9 j- X7 j7 m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.
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？”
瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
3 P" L+ y0 j: OWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

8 I% O7 T" q/ G# n44.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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45.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.
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46.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.

  H; G8 j: |9 D3 E6 S47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
) f: W) A. |6 v7 pThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

; C! s2 w( A# Z& e$ ]8 _1 `$ r. t# j48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
; R* ?/ e9 z" y4 KPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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* x2 w+ q0 M/ |. q7 R49.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.

: d9 D4 g7 v1 P  D+ ?" D) ]0 b50.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。”
% L( {4 {6 ~5 |6 @! s/ L$ hThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
8 P/ j$ _& y0 j3 D1 dchildren, 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。
" G, l$ ?# u: uThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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' E% b1 |4 s, ?0 U52.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。
. k, O! x/ ^! Y9 mLove! 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。”
1 y. y9 x( j; m" n天上的星不回答它。
+ \4 P1 L2 c& ~2 m- PThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
; B4 _+ h6 e5 M( ~( ~/ A+ dfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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8 N* h+ R) O5 ^# d+ C54.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
the nest of my silence.
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# [; |% y6 R* K" [2 Y0 b9 H55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
- H* m6 ]; a2 c# _% _9 p5 N我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
- O+ B9 j" n. r  V, lThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

" d. f0 z4 `3 W, 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.
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57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
  n& h6 m5 ]3 l8 {- a5 E" LThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

4 p4 ?" N4 n) K$ Z1 B58.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?
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) m; a3 G% n. ^% {- P8 V& X59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
1 z% `3 _6 y2 B9 q% h+ X2 UThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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5 k% r7 W& ^9 y, q' w. b) I60.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
, x9 Y% s, t7 ?0 r" H# efilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
$ x  `( k* e. I3 u9 }& G“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