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
; Q- F6 W5 z% B; w( o( x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.

; y! \0 |, R( L% F0 [6 L2 t32.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。
0 o$ S5 v, H' W! K( Y$ k8 @  ]Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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3 }9 y& t. D3 S6 C+ j/ H) a8 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.
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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。”
) Y% t. y% R: xOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
3 o5 H" j8 h0 I% H0 _It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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/ ^5 J. @0 P& J0 J7 e8 H+ y35.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。
& O- z5 B. O7 PThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
+ {3 d5 m' h! i5 Q3 vI have my stars in the sky.
8 d! u8 }1 o9 CBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

9 `. P1 `5 o5 Q% U  I+ ~% Y37.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.
5 Y5 L$ ~) x: P3 }! P' CWash thy soul with silence.
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! J5 c6 f( @1 g4 _+ p0 i% V38.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.

3 [1 L. v0 L5 {39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
( n0 x, C8 ~- w1 r7 t) W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.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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  R, k% [( z6 f' _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.
# w; g. _1 |2 v$ S: i8 S0 _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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; x+ U) [  x5 n& r0 z0 N& h8 F41.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。
: _$ C& y; s3 |  y' f1 ]God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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5 O- ~. G( Z" f. r" H42.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 |. n( C! @' P  a0 R2 ?0 C我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
" U& D# b/ [' R) r' p$ wThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
, }; Q  v) V8 l8 RI 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？”
; j/ y$ J2 n2 h. R' _8 n+ Q9 \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.
& ?" L/ P- p# gI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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" L6 V4 ?* ^: C# u3 q44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
) ]7 A. ]! J* C0 EBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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( B! P$ j; ^0 k45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
! p  D, m' W) d- wSilence 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。
: |8 T' Q, c- ]The 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。
) d+ b$ |4 c% F* C5 `2 r  FThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

$ Y0 ]2 j& O' O$ U7 k; ]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.
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' _* C* ~; o5 e49.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。”
5 i# I% i8 K' H3 jThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
4 G  H% i$ `. ]; a' Qchildren, 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.

+ C" l( J; S$ {5 t/ `4 m: m52.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。
$ I, `4 R' Q/ {9 kLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
! }) P' V7 _5 `) k% G* jI can see your face and know you as bliss.

2 n( ~' @. J1 n0 y  ?% ]' @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。”
) ]" k9 F4 E# x2 P5 ?天上的星不回答它。
4 F" i( m3 {% ~The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
5 [- ]  L& t( y, ifirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

) ~' i3 t  c$ w. _, C! Z9 |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。
$ Q$ }% @: V3 o' YIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
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, I  M+ @) V. z! q55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
! F! r% r4 A8 `; w5 e: q! d, U2 Z: S5 z( \我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts 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。
1 M: C7 Q! e, o5 G+ Y) e( QThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

+ u2 y4 z- a+ S; S# Y57.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.

: r2 v& [; ]5 @9 _1 m2 R58.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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( b' c, p2 k% g4 J59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
% Y; J) L6 ]& w- O; Q# a- e; |Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

! C: b9 U  w8 I60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
( y0 Z; o0 ?  K7 P5 ~. OI 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
: k0 }1 n! |$ a& M0 F% h/ w1 Z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