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。
& a8 Z- `3 b  d- 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.

( b- y+ f- e/ Y" x( z! Q6 e32.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.

2 c4 x% K3 q- ?, J33.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.

( Y. n+ F7 A' N) c# r* k# T34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
; T! P3 N) k, e) e6 \; @它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
% H: n, @1 E7 `* i# G* J# Y3 LOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
  z" @/ `, l: V' a) Q1 EIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

; i1 g! u: g8 s35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
8 L1 W* r' M9 |0 U/ u& P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.
' J4 s/ Q) a" b# A  C3 D# Q! i! ESave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

36.我有群星在天上，
5 l  Y0 ]  g; Y# R( U& n但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
6 O* @' ~, _6 c3 @  T$ e, e/ eI have my stars in the sky.
  ^; G+ s1 ?: i. k( s8 I" l; P" yBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

9 ~/ E5 R7 a$ e& ~  D' K37.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.
  \. f2 X# f+ F, c" ^$ I# ?) gWash thy soul with silence.
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38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
6 \' L2 U+ E; X0 wGaps 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。
- e* Y4 {3 R+ {4 P- y出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
+ g" m& D, e0 Y4 B2 L+ q; g. oThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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% u2 I/ B) W+ n; }2 K0 F40.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.
8 i  e0 D) E% J/ n. |' R6 MMy 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。
7 M/ d  }; U# B6 MGod'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，
6 B8 Z* F1 z! k+ D9 m* d我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
0 I0 y# k$ l) x' D! PThis 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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) t* T5 O# e; R0 f+ H43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
1 X. ]9 @, w! w! n2 h& |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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% W" u( i; i6 _+ y3 p44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
% C8 [0 H: \! \' @8 \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。
Silence 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 _/ HThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
3 g+ L4 d0 [6 Y& O$ a* iThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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2 L! }- x' F1 I48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
6 u: G0 W$ D1 J8 k0 e' C( B/ XPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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2 X+ H" x" Q8 G9 Z  t0 j  R49.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。
% |/ @' H0 c/ w: y( wWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

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。”
6 O" F* U# d, ^5 X% x2 DThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

) L$ l2 N; m9 |& @51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

7 N: @1 F1 q1 l$ ?2 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。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
" n6 r7 P( e! ]9 [1 G) }I can see your face and know you as bliss.
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& U8 V' S2 A7 ]9 N" p53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
. u! a( y3 P. O% ~3 y: O( z% _天上的星不回答它。
# H: }& S5 [, l0 \5 T7 z: Q: BThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
9 I2 Z3 a8 f2 efirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

( k3 }8 Z: Z$ l# ]2 O. X3 g* C: s( f54.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。
' q) D' k/ a  Q3 }) B) a: ]In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
2 N2 X$ \$ w0 r; o' ^8 W9 \the nest of my silence.

3 d  }0 B4 _; H3 d55.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。
  Y% X' p; s5 LThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
: `+ ]/ F! a. ^; B6 X7 @$ p4 BI hear the voice of their wings.

9 s! P. p+ D, e% ^* Q# `56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
8 v- T% W' k+ F1 g$ u0 WThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

57.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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% J: i# q, I+ M, O0 v58.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?

# l8 s& }1 v/ ^6 Q1 P' ~, ]9 H8 y59.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.

! F" q: k' v6 v' s60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
. D% _3 V5 [1 z& X/ K2 cI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
6 R% A  V9 f% m5 |* H0 b* r" w/ g" ?filled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
5 F) k1 _2 s. D+ n1 l“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
6 b8 u7 t3 I% V) P8 v- b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