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
, K) e- o0 r! u4 A% |" ~" T! D各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
. C+ D, ~5 X* |0 v/ n7 GWhen 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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0 }) g4 F" `6 v) y+ v33.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。
8 e$ [; {% {1 d( PWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

2 S, \8 V. U4 T" b+ J' X34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
. u: M6 x7 ?% a' @% AIt 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。
, L. I! M, b5 S把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
/ e# X7 o1 i9 c+ X/ {5 _; `5 y6 u& QThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
; P7 g& z  u8 Z) tSave 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。
& \8 O5 |5 P, R% j& }+ V) P0 P: hI have my stars in the sky.
7 g1 N. W" ]+ T. u" ~& r; QBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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* m* m, u% t" l& E" t% d37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
3 x; D5 p# D; m/ ^用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
; `" H/ H* P* I- DWash thy soul with silence.
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* C+ E" v" }: H38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
/ Q  q6 n5 E( Z: {2 [' j1 r" I4 A' `Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

& _/ G5 Y: U0 c39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
4 o' Z4 p6 q& ~6 `& y出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
6 Y; k, h1 Z7 a% K1 q" s" IThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
& a$ H' B  [+ E4 `7 D' yCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

" U7 W! h( Z" w# P& D" y40.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.
* s2 [5 a1 f- ~5 @) K+ YMy 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.

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。
$ R& B6 U% A$ Z3 j- E: DGod'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，
, s5 K( d" F1 u2 ]5 D我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
7 j) @, Q  n% y5 W- S+ v' jThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
) M- ~5 V: Y) Z, T; r; hI 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 I9 B  @) e2 m& q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.
/ K8 N6 l9 c, m. K9 S' ?" cI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
6 K1 y. x1 x# e" m) B" }By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

2 L/ I* G- y% K45.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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4 ]. f4 I0 J0 x46.大的不怕与小的同游。
* Y! X* }" J, x2 {1 ]6 m居中的却远而避之。
" m; v. R0 F9 a9 w( B8 ~2 V3 cThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

8 z; G2 A) e# W& p% l47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
6 Q# {8 X7 g! s# cThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
) ^+ Z6 J' F' k% p- \; DPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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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。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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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。”
* X& N: ]3 L) Z; q0 B* oThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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1 r3 ?+ B, e/ v$ D0 I# k( G51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

+ {/ z& V) T+ W$ I# O) `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。
( \: m2 a. a! l# p. m8 Y; aLove! 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。”
天上的星不回答它。
( \4 R/ |$ P, Z" XThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
6 ^& k4 s$ ~' b' U) {firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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6 R- c: A' E2 i3 ~9 o54.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。
% k1 ~' @1 B# T; W7 S( L1 LIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.

$ ]; t  o' {3 h( a3 G7 n55.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。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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5 S4 C$ G8 }' b( @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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( [6 ]7 [" ]+ k# \; x, z7 ^, b57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
- B4 }5 p/ n9 S. AThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
, S0 I* w& y; g3 \' A) g7 Gin songs.
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$ s- s4 S5 }( ?5 M2 d58.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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& o7 g! Q8 H: H- r. f59.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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- H4 Y) k. X( n$ T  ^; Q60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
4 |2 k0 S& m% jI 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
  V. C; U# y% b“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
* n% b$ g! O+ e3 t. E. ]5 q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