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。
, N& W9 X, D4 a( pWhen 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。
6 ~: u0 f7 n# N! a0 H! {& W2 {+ B/ uLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

4 J, R; q5 ?. v/ S0 {$ r( r# c33.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。　　　　
) \* h* z+ Q6 T+ T它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
& t- ?; A% D2 c* gOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
9 }2 T3 o$ l& Q6 i5 i# @! c$ dIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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, O8 ?7 J' D; B6 Q- p5 r35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
2 `( K6 m9 ~' j+ |8 q把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
6 h2 a, g% H; |* u* F+ ?/ MThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
" V+ R# |, a8 Y( G- OSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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. S6 Z. \2 J5 }& U. B1 B; m. o" S4 ?3 w36.我有群星在天上，
1 n( b0 j) [. N4 w8 D2 U) ?0 {但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
; f# e7 d, ^  d( e8 G' NI have my stars in the sky.
* u. U3 y- |! m' w$ k0 NBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

6 N2 Q* |5 Y9 N3 q37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
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.

! R% j, _) h( L38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
5 u/ @# J* u6 }( p4 B1 iGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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0 s0 C4 T' O0 \! {1 E& ?* ]# o8 j39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
" ?2 I6 ]/ ^9 j$ |3 |1 h( f% h, k出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
  h. R* A3 F, G+ A1 N% C& cThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

5 q, s# o( J% M. v40.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.

! p* v0 ^) G( v& F1 K$ I42.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，
7 Q+ H$ P" ^( J! m) h我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
7 T3 W) }6 Z" J! [9 @9 _This 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.

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。”
( E; u% }9 P" ?0 T* pWho 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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: S3 d% n1 P4 m. j. T% ~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.
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45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
2 S8 A6 o( K+ U6 QSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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46.大的不怕与小的同游。
- {$ j, N  y$ M居中的却远而避之。
2 u3 k: l. v) s2 z4 ~" `  V: YThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

5 s9 J* Z! T, L6 |47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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1 @7 x6 @1 L$ l8 I, O, H5 c48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

9 X0 \  N* u% v6 y49.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。
1 G! B" W$ r. t4 J& `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。”
# N0 ^! ^+ Z  G  f: @* e' b2 nThe 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.

, e2 b' ~* B# m* R! f: Z% M% W! X52.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。
+ a  o* |. W1 C3 L1 }9 }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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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。”
/ d5 M0 U+ Q& i5 ]9 y- V天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
9 n1 h3 U0 c/ x1 i+ L# b5 E; g' zfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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4 X% Z; i" d! c6 ?4 l3 r$ D54.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。
) [$ V; Q: I! ?4 o- K- N( m% ]& qIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.

9 P  w2 i1 Z/ J7 B" r55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
% t. ~) l4 I5 i0 m4 h$ D( D我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
) U/ V7 Y% w7 j% T) [) W5 M# KThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I 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.

5 p( _% ]9 F# B% [1 p57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
, \/ X  U- d- }3 S/ H& AThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.
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6 J; {' ?' c- N3 S: B/ g/ \" r" s5 V+ {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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2 ]& l, y2 |# C! b9 k+ k5 ]59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
* H. s! |$ z/ f1 YThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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2 y1 Y8 @& A" B5 R" D60.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
$ @# I6 ?& q7 q, [0 `filled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
+ a) c/ x( c) ]7 s0 ~. |“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