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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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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3 a- p5 F. d* W) h0 B33.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 M' U( a& Z; @* o) y7 TWoman, 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。　　　　
/ V* z( m# [1 N1 \3 Z! Q它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
( e! L% Z3 u- _: ]One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
6 q% J9 p0 @6 z/ r( }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。
; F5 K7 T8 c8 k0 X, X1 e- A把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
$ f1 ?, F6 P& _, W6 aThe 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，
+ V3 d& c2 O( ]2 Y但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
: |9 u% M  y% hI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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5 D1 ]- c: o4 r. Z9 c% h& O! W* Y9 m$ B37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
0 d8 x* U8 S& G# gThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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* _0 ?. P1 ~2 B; a; i- E38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
# ^) ?, ^0 |6 b( d5 F/ G( S4 F; R2 dGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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3 Q- }+ y0 v) K( U) j8 O39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
( f# f4 K+ S* s出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
4 b0 @  B+ z4 wThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
) h0 a6 Y3 _; _Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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) |2 a2 A9 K- P' a& B) ^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.
2 w( E" b5 e0 a/ gMy 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。
% c6 L/ ?, |+ V" G/ qGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

- m+ W, Z& V8 @, V42.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。
This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
0 N1 x: c9 S% d# I7 K( GI 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？”
1 `, p: W. P( ]* |4 g9 d: V' L! Z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.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

7 S) K4 i5 [' D! U44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
7 k2 ^9 d0 W6 ~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.

% V; ^% x: m6 z" s* M46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
. X# w  G+ ^8 q3 e6 WThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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% }# }& [" k2 ~$ W- `47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
% L' n, I$ [0 hThe 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。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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2 X. B" u' Q2 M/ 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。
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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
, K& T3 F0 V% v9 z! m6 a7 P7 n) nchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

  @; ~9 u# O: x. 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。
0 d/ E9 e5 r6 B' D- p/ ZLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
* _7 C  B2 \/ G% rI 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。
5 L5 Y+ @. E+ K" n# u' |1 SThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
  o, x: D; t6 r$ K" ^2 z9 S9 Bfirefly 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。
3 ~7 D, f) e& N, J, IIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
5 m2 M2 Q1 O' L) m% p$ fthe 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。
( k3 S% a' `0 h! {- j. r我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
  z( \) t# d; P) A  q  M9 ]7 G8 gI 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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7 M8 O0 [. V' r/ ]- M1 s/ T7 y57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
; t9 ~( {2 Z" T2 A  z. p: vThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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58.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？
1 q6 @) {7 e, \- D: o: \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?

  r' N* _: F# r9 ]/ N59.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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0 ^$ C- y8 D0 k3 ^$ }60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
5 r6 f* I6 j5 i9 pI 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
0 B2 K! f$ A5 j% Q“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
: M2 o8 S- C! M) S" g) F  ]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