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
& Y! Q& Y: D- p9 Z. i8 E& E$ g各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
. Z+ V( b6 R5 b5 r: d4 J" SWhen 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.

, ]) c* n. m" A33.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.

0 S& Q; Y6 z' r4 b34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
' d8 q$ A) g) e4 X, @) J它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
! a/ p3 e: G' c" v0 oIt 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。
The 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，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
+ S' K$ n& E7 i7 hI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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1 Y: R5 ]5 Q3 K1 h7 N37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
2 H; Z. I& L" W6 _$ U8 t用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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# W$ g; i; C; G2 ^6 r" I1 @/ f4 O38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
7 d9 S' {+ g% d- w0 ~Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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4 d, V6 L$ m$ Y' t4 w39.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.
, e  R/ V2 ^  F, C' ECome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

3 c7 R+ z2 `" Q* H( X40.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。
8 u. h& P; x& s6 oGod'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。
$ C4 y3 X! I, X  |/ eThis 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.
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' k1 S# B; k1 g+ k3 ~1 S43.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。”
) }- d0 \# |; N. z* O* Q5 HWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
( n- I* c! k7 oI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

8 `6 z& E% @! T44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
3 y# [# U, e" @2 EBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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( P$ `/ `7 a6 k6 ~1 {& @+ Z45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
6 l  F! Q2 L* K3 {2 p8 R8 QSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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- K0 f- c; I9 C/ _/ T, ]' \7 N5 E46.大的不怕与小的同游。
" d: ?" _2 n) Z居中的却远而避之。
0 `' C0 S3 [$ ^2 \1 MThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
; p* w; X- X* W9 F% DThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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2 Q( F% l' v0 g( }48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
# E) L0 L+ Y$ b* w. l8 IPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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/ ?6 i( n; e: d: l. z; z49.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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6 Q* z' N6 ?9 ~# w; L8 Z50.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。”
4 ^! S+ S, O8 f: W, jThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, 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.

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。
1 F3 `: f2 W  k- b, A, |5 \4 D, CLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
; d! H: ?# E& o* aI can see your face and know you as bliss.

% ?0 D7 L- q3 k2 Z0 u! y8 }& F53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
  J4 U  d& J9 v1 m: F天上的星不回答它。
( R5 a- v+ Z" {; tThe 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。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
, O% A1 c) R3 w8 Q7 D( B9 Mthe nest of my silence.

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。
+ m, ]$ S2 c, T/ m: ], l* rThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

4 J/ T/ q) }$ n. }0 T56.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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& m. V* p4 S& ^3 Q) r* y57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.
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. c& O  B( Y8 Y6 C8 [1 b. M58.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？
/ h, `* e$ {' ZThat 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?

59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
7 u1 W0 s1 C7 y# V1 TThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

4 n1 o$ F0 I( j) g; s60.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
“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