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。
: K  |2 k( L1 rWhen 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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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.

9 P3 y$ E. E9 d/ y9 l8 U' i34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
1 k1 f+ o8 e: ^, J! K+ v" V! a它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
: B5 A. g# Z! u6 `+ V5 ]. E5 BIt 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。
( {* H9 `: A$ J. @7 f+ \把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
3 y  ]% v: k& b9 _4 Q3 cThe 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，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
8 \" x/ ~. C* j2 kI have my stars in the sky.
% g9 a0 J' g, i5 L% JBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
, q6 W3 g% S+ ~) Z# w& C5 v. J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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% Z" x7 T8 {  C1 |) H/ D. Z38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
Gaps 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.
+ K6 E+ _4 f: i. j) \  FCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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: I( G8 O" x& U; q; }4 m8 i0 x7 Z40.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.
# O: n; V6 k6 oMy 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.
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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，
% t4 d# c0 M0 f- O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.
6 ]5 S! q5 k: J8 t' |& g' CI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

. A! M, [. u! ^+ J9 v* e. k" J43.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。”
, U8 b( y) }* }5 s" [8 |6 iWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
# L! l' \- j* T* D2 oI 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。
Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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  v0 M5 k0 Y! U: _: r6 p46.大的不怕与小的同游。
7 Z' F9 Y! x. y" c& N居中的却远而避之。
5 J7 ?1 I  E# ~9 X9 ?1 ^  ~The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

3 T( j+ _+ l$ h47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
$ C5 b) ?( {5 B( E! w6 }# }  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.

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。
+ J. N4 N# n) oWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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; q1 P$ z, w# ^2 v6 u50.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。”
$ F% [, L3 u: B* QThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
7 ]5 P2 `: }5 o& x) N% ~children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

( ?/ ?; r4 \' R3 h! e8 h51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
$ B8 f% O2 h3 N3 g3 p/ r5 pThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

3 {% e0 O3 n0 ~4 a; s  [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。
% v( o+ X1 E8 I; D8 C% A, _Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
) ?0 y9 \: f; Y) KI can see your face and know you as bliss.

9 K/ c/ a% P5 U7 r53.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。
% z3 E% L: q+ C6 o! _4 f8 j9 h) yThe 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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, j! s7 D) n: x) R54.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
8 h  f$ {+ M! l) d4 T# i" athe 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。
: n2 K. p7 {, N* w6 [我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
% N1 u* s/ ?. A7 k" s+ X! _Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
: P! A1 h+ S$ A; S, c( @& ^I hear the voice of their wings.

" u% z$ x& n- N56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
/ S3 G# ]0 c' N4 o6 A1 JThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

) [  x- m; i( r9 `57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
6 a' r2 x9 r2 g& Y; s: tThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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! R. O- B$ o) w' v; e! [: `' U58.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？
( O- Z. @6 X% c: J. G* QThat 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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" w/ i( W. W1 F' J59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
( ^: u2 C% f9 y2 yThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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( B& y$ l. ?: I( G60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
* G% }+ x/ O: ]) f$ O$ Y' D2 DI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
9 ]; u9 Q3 c: q% A# h3 u9 }- {- Ifilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
" o8 f- P0 X/ S“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
# }) A# ^( B. P  O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