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。
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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* a# ~7 R3 M2 K" l32.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。
# \; b, ~$ H6 `9 m$ CWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
8 x3 D7 \' v. c/ U1 XOne 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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8 t% X6 \, T% n* J3 R35.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.
  P& H! s% B& |# ?4 wSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

36.我有群星在天上，
( Z4 u1 y& k2 @3 {/ t' G) D但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
; E6 M3 p& K9 J4 C7 w4 }I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

/ Y# N3 I; }5 s& r* B1 {; @* p/ H37.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.
4 _7 x, d+ i9 w2 L5 fWash 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。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

4 ?& O% f/ a/ c+ p( e8 _39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
& W; O7 v; p7 O2 ]; F- Y* W出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
5 j& _+ v# [- }$ n6 ?The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

5 {  u9 Y4 B4 o6 }5 U( H40.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.
3 ?  r7 a/ f- x) e* {, r) ^. o6 IMy 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.

/ n5 f! v- m; R* u2 d! T/ o41.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。
3 Z8 O! h/ n! T! e. H; fGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

" w! R3 a& ~3 A5 q42.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，
! G& X; v! W, v9 ~, C/ j$ x; W2 q7 ?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.
I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

$ r( h- t) H& X43.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。”
Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
) i6 ?- _4 Y0 z5 [! p. \I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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! c$ R# ]$ i+ J( A: g7 ?3 ^0 U2 L44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
! z/ c) p0 {. Z7 NBy 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。
7 c3 u& P* @- ^% ISilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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( j: N" r" \& g  A. w9 n% r" Z46.大的不怕与小的同游。
6 Z* C0 B/ B) X1 l7 f, e$ Y居中的却远而避之。
& o$ F: u4 O* S! P' ?+ BThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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9 y; r; s2 g# V1 ~47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
* B" A4 M2 C" g; b+ M2 v* w2 rThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

8 M' G! w/ @2 h48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
6 s1 j4 R8 k- h6 kPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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6 X. C: t5 S' }" l$ h49.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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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。”
% ]8 U/ E1 V  [% R3 ]The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
$ h1 o+ n( {6 L0 Ichildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
2 }, B! w3 T% T4 i  UThe 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。
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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( @, k, V0 Z; G53.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
, k) s; m% q- Z4 k! v7 p/ Tfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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7 [( E( W  T* T2 j* }6 a8 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。
% O6 H6 @5 Q. k' j9 rIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
3 z! e- H6 _* `9 k, U. F0 }4 h) T6 @5 ~% Kthe nest of my silence.
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% g' t4 t9 B$ Y  U* x2 O55.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。
# J9 z5 H) R& [Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

- W3 p( }& O  u' W4 _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 f3 E5 T$ O2 f& u9 f- E; ?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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4 a4 G: t% k+ ]) X9 ~8 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？
- b' |5 i$ }; K+ \+ ?* h  A2 YThat 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。
* s4 `" Q6 N' }, B3 C8 MThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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" v3 @3 x5 W' C; v+ y( f- f60.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
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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
1 m) M5 ~& L' `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