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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1 @4 N& u- i6 m32.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。
9 ]# t! C, C; H2 t/ b8 t, yLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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* M& j6 ?3 B  _. @! h, K% l33.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。
* Z: E$ L$ t* }0 Q1 ~Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
0 s) C& q$ W& F5 l. C' w9 Y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。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
  ^2 A, x6 q2 b, u# M7 B7 RThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
' J( `6 D# y- |  B) z" c5 Z2 u0 J# [Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

36.我有群星在天上，
8 A" }2 _, b* [但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
" g8 E. ^& u5 B4 \9 F* f用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
* _" r" x+ U& h& `Wash 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。
; d- c( i+ P, ?4 O2 jGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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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。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
2 N( s3 O5 D: T8 v2 |' X6 I+ u5 TCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

8 ?( @' P" a+ B+ L' _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.
, a  S6 ~' {! _9 ^% sMy 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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6 D6 c  h4 P) E9 t: B9 y41.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。
- s9 z" m/ f5 VGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

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，
我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
* E6 D7 A  v- o! Z2 \( G# nThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
4 r- ~1 l5 Z. qI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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/ K* L# O2 k% L6 P* W: L43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
% ~, S3 t- R8 j( t) u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.
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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.

45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
# a- v' @5 r3 n/ U$ }- i. zSilence 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。
# w. |8 T$ R, O) ?" g; dThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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5 i5 l- L; Z" L9 s9 F47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
; k$ v6 Z( P% u2 `: d. C' \The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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; h! c5 W; X4 J48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

$ h+ X. {4 F5 y( L) [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。
& g7 \0 D+ S( Y$ D2 Z' r" }When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

/ e$ G& n1 j5 a8 a" S- M/ N50.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。
# E" G7 O1 H6 Z( t9 SThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

* a; _0 w, A- H9 v52.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。
, a4 n( }) f8 T! ]6 v8 yLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

( L, m# F! H9 E) T9 z6 i! e53.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。
7 L( V2 {* L1 {0 Q3 W+ Q) QThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly 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。
6 t+ n/ B; s5 q! K6 j5 V4 ~. gIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
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/ G$ k) t9 j4 y+ }( ~. }55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
$ P3 O$ z  n1 R0 i) H: t我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
- q0 f( H5 O3 i7 z+ r+ @Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
4 o9 x4 ?; i  N1 b6 DI hear the voice of their wings.
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) n/ N1 N7 ^# i56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
3 D* X6 m" i' L' h- IThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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8 _# e( J( {5 L& D6 w5 ~57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
0 U( Y8 U6 M  s: T5 g4 I# D* NThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

  B- o8 g) ~. b/ N58.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？
% X) ?' q$ E1 y% [0 wThat 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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/ y% m3 m* T2 _5 _/ p5 g59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
$ c$ w* v! A) m4 u$ m) EThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

: t- U8 }; c3 L3 o8 F60.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
filled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
3 A8 @5 Z1 d) z1 `) I- _“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