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
5 X' E; l7 s! s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.

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。
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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4 n% ~9 E4 ~/ YWoman, 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。　　　　
# U& Y# E4 |' D; R7 r  K& q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.
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35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
2 C$ |( |, b9 R* }) c把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
5 k* x: V9 h9 K. E* @0 rThe 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。
& |* _, K3 D( z. Y0 f6 y+ AI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
, e/ Z9 }( n  c# s$ y+ ?4 A) uThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
! I) M8 J7 D( B' y- pWash 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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& I! |( u+ t0 Y- `. z& E  o39.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。
' a; J" J2 S0 U1 p- A& s, _( gThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

! L9 P; V% e3 t  O40.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.
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: [$ J6 l5 v, v! ?/ {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。
0 D' g) L! S; }$ q9 v5 o4 IGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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  i6 Q( v+ M; p8 q; E42.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，
1 b! \3 e! w, `3 J. w我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
* ~' J( D) Z, b; _' wThis 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.

43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
5 K- V3 z6 |! U5 v3 O: U- t0 Q瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
, _) ^, T" F% k7 H8 DWho 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.
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0 C0 g$ B0 C# b2 M3 t! C45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
! F7 F/ N# l1 c+ g3 xSilence 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。
" q7 K7 p! M% q0 ~9 \The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

( D5 ^  k  [# H47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
: W- ^" `! A. P8 V  @& _+ @The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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- m) g) o, P4 \( i48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
' L. f$ O9 e# D% i; K. O% i) N5 TPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

/ n3 F& a; R6 X/ I49.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.

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
children, 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.
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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。
: U/ \+ M. U" U0 K. {- B- SLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
+ t8 _, V7 V2 ZI 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。”
; t  K' P; p" N9 X天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
) T, f/ r5 P* ifirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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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。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
2 X( P- V# X8 O/ e1 \, d& p6 fthe nest of my silence.

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。
; V1 A7 d' h) p) J, _+ MThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
& c8 l6 y2 G$ [& j/ iI 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。
1 s. r% u- Y( A% `The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

# h5 S( O& l0 ?: v' C57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
$ @8 a. U7 [2 CThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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5 C- Z! G8 A8 p7 `$ T58.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？
4 z5 e# W/ T$ U- l# H- QThat 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?

2 o# ]1 [0 C$ ^7 R# q, @59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
" `7 i4 R: s2 G: @1 Z) R' VThought 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。
* U# q+ X1 L: r4 |I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
: B! u) E% @9 O! l: R5 {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
) Z. k2 G0 {2 h( b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