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
! q( u) R% ^0 p, l+ n& c各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
& |: Q* T' G" g7 d7 R1 I7 ]) B5 L5 s3 ~# iWhen 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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- H$ V4 b6 J& y: C32.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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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。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
( \8 s4 o7 X2 M& NIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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7 G! k; p4 X8 ], L. T! i35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
' W5 a2 @' Y3 H& U. ?2 cThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
1 C9 H( I" r8 S% B7 @5 r# Z. z" v. V但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
! ~  Z- s, l1 f# R9 Y1 P% sI have my stars in the sky.
. {7 n* A- D  R7 Z0 ZBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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; N2 S  {9 I$ W2 c37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
  X$ r& [( ?3 s5 t  V; |The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
" X9 j& y9 K+ k9 S6 Q. v7 }Wash thy soul with silence.
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9 J; S& V+ \- X* _3 W+ A. D  r38.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.

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。
* x8 L6 X# e$ o$ Y& L5 G) t5 N! }* RThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
0 E6 b& l. z- F4 \Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

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.
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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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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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，
" f) ^/ D4 e3 M( X) f5 R0 A我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
8 r: D7 s. F% W. t) nThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
  r; f1 h- Q: j* @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？”
4 k6 r1 k9 ~0 ^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.
' A, j% w$ R( GI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

2 y* z3 z8 r& }9 m5 H0 [2 m5 q44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
9 V& l) R" t% Z  RBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

7 Z% M& ~' g$ u. W6 t) V# }1 r+ g45.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.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
; s+ J9 P0 F( B6 y/ \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。
& F& f! C. c! z' `) A# y! UThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
  U7 }) s! u( v  D7 u& mPower 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。
/ O; U+ i" ?) S* EWhen 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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
' L/ d+ F/ g/ Q+ s1 {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.

! u- T3 T" o# s$ C52.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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. ?" w8 x8 @& x. w( i5 G/ ~& B53.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。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

& `! `; D- A4 D4 ]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
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。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
! R6 E5 F5 e3 l; j6 y& R2 II hear the voice of their wings.
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9 O# ?1 l% x. d! x( s7 g2 }56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
! J: {( ]1 D1 Q, b  ^  QThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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2 z( h7 D. p$ \$ ^% N! G57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
& e6 \  a0 j% t" ~" L0 d( Q3 NThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

! p; {% L6 p- V# Q58.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？
. S4 [. C6 h' }3 D7 L' y" fThat 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?

5 t( g* }% V; q; S) ]59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
4 y7 F  ]1 `9 O! ^Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

; s4 G: ^. J8 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
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devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
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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