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
# x. `/ }7 P! u" V5 I4 I* I各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
& m; t# t( b" y$ k; jWhen 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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- F3 J' p, _9 ^3 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。
* G0 o) E3 C8 pLet 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.
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34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
6 s3 d2 E6 b9 ?  f3 T5 u1 u+ v1 V; G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。
3 B& i, j( ?5 t# VThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
4 C' @) y6 m+ }- ~7 C5 K: O2 ySave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
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.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
* @2 |+ S+ z! F$ _* C7 g用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
- \2 x/ m4 X8 I  JThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.

) V- I) b& s5 ~9 z& c# w38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
2 p7 D/ `6 s3 f5 |/ IGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

( `% u6 D. ?4 B, ]9 u9 c3 o6 ^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.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

+ v4 v! g+ m& y1 y7 Y8 q40.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.

2 H' Q0 Q0 v+ \' L& T9 p41.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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! t6 U, k8 _. L: B* A% C# r42.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，
+ {  M2 f; \3 h% f5 ^8 [6 ~我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
! O! {4 Y9 ?+ R( W  kThis 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.

( Y# Q* z  S# Y4 o% V9 }9 d6 @43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
" ?0 j* `+ ]7 lWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
, p: E. h4 ~$ P( H6 OI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
& L+ Z" p; F: w8 V- i  TBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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  I! Y0 J' x$ N  }; ]! F) T45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
& {: z1 e& {; u. @# NSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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& T1 o+ ^6 P+ |46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
- I; a( q5 @* Q* r$ {The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

: A% ?* Q: g$ E$ l47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
& p  |. D5 r# ?/ k) BThe 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.

! ^  ^7 k, H5 ~! {, @" ?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.

" U7 d# `! k0 `! U3 K' q9 b50.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.

2 _) H3 a9 G& c: J* a7 c; _51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
: D; ~; }; ~7 r2 PThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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+ i8 s3 Z- m- b: k1 ]- k: b1 D52.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,
+ m  e! e( w, C5 cI 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。”
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.
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; @5 k! q' j7 K" r" v2 ^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
; Q0 I2 \# O4 ?4 l% B8 D4 I6 m- pthe nest of my silence.
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  Z& P/ V; q( m2 j/ }3 p55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
# D" B3 G- v" _/ u1 R) R: C- V( k我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
, K+ O' ?6 o$ e/ QThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I 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。
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
0 d/ w/ c, `3 f. e% ]- l* d2 XThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
; ?7 u+ R. k6 c, }, ?+ din songs.
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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？
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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, @$ L7 d3 N* [7 V59.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.

60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
& z5 s8 M: B# ~9 uI 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
“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
) @+ c$ v/ v5 e; I( t8 A8 j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