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
* B' M% z1 z; m. ]' _, i% z各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
When 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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0 ?, D+ X1 o/ h6 T2 r/ O( w+ i32.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。
) L, m9 o. L  l0 M+ mLet 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.

" K/ }" E* t  P6 u34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
( }/ k& j5 V  h% Y5 ]: @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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- _$ v: w/ n" `7 J1 p/ l35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
( e' {, `6 G  J1 {! o把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
: o$ k  e1 T1 s2 `The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
! h, f: T) A1 ^* L5 n$ G1 z9 P# JSave 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。
, \' P' O) P) h3 a" RI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

3 j/ g$ n4 l7 O& f% W: `0 W2 t37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
/ I3 j( l( ~9 {2 m. [% L0 k) x& @3 n用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
, X- [$ S) b, L8 h7 ~& aThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
( i9 B4 C8 \9 m! N+ `  RWash thy soul with silence.

# d; d! s1 j% [* d: v: F2 g4 f" |38.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.

8 D) e& Q, ^" X- @0 `" ?- L2 U39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
. G3 N. b+ o, _0 Z3 m出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
3 b, f% f3 X, T8 ]The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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40.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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4 _8 J) @2 m3 l- e2 O- ^+ z41.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.

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。
This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
3 U* F+ \6 c! Y: K; h: h; k3 u* O; CI 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？”
# h& |% T* i  w* o1 A4 T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.

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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; E* j4 o4 @1 H45.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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4 i4 B' I2 v. ]8 c, u; m6 c  o46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
) ~! e9 t6 q) _1 P+ S& BThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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8 \1 _) N% |' l' }! D47.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.

48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
, ^( \/ l7 H. K- O3 k. ~Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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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。
0 z' q0 y. H; eWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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: Q" @+ j4 u* |" t+ Z: }& e; ~6 x50.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
+ j$ @1 Y) G, H6 c7 R6 s/ A! gchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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& ?1 ?) A: Q0 s8 z6 {# S; O* J51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
% H" S& S  w+ Q( f  c+ ^6 R* gThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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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。
' m! k) X4 l- R* Q- s8 |" n0 K: fLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

4 `$ i/ a7 ^/ @/ V; D53.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
7 s* p. K" t6 t) afirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

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
1 ?5 _/ c7 `  Y/ @2 c; _( ^the nest of my silence.

6 Y& ?, ^* I. W" f1 V6 V9 Q& m55.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。
+ t) `, o/ }5 ~4 a. xThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
% _9 J: r  @! F4 dI hear the voice of their wings.
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( h, \' h1 U( u) r* H" U% P56.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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0 u  B- r( r  A7 G  u* b57.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.

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？
% e8 ~; r! s, z6 r) Z& ~/ sThat 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?

$ R# W: [! }$ R3 p7 J/ k/ e59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
- K3 q5 j( V: l8 g" WThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

; u- ?& T' r) h& h3 x, ]! K60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
) Y* R$ F) `( z2 r* }" L* W* QI 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