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
* f- U6 h# H7 K0 L0 R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.

3 U8 p* d* E- {) g32.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。
- V4 d( H3 X/ [4 @! {Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

2 ~1 K$ F& v/ a33.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。
6 U2 H0 z5 N6 M2 ZWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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7 ?5 K/ `( {) v9 G34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
$ l- q" L9 `) W7 ?5 t0 {It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

* B0 A! V9 H( y4 p35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
+ B8 u, m. I4 K( T8 Q% a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.
; y) `' V* Z) y5 S- v' mSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

- b1 G4 r' ~/ |! o9 E36.我有群星在天上，
4 G% T+ O! A; ?9 v/ @1 N但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
' Y) s% S, ]  Z* JBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
# }" {1 W" t2 T$ Z; _" |& m7 g0 b用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
$ f& P2 v# F, @) [! i/ NWash thy soul with silence.
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' @& g3 D  s4 Y, A38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
. _9 _2 o% n3 f6 N) m, OGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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& q! j5 Y- n% H4 T6 W1 W39.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。
) g# l# v& q& V: p4 kThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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$ r1 K; @! s' I  |  s4 |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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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，
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.

3 p  O$ O3 l9 H+ C43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
- z& W, D* z) r9 h& W# p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.

( d6 |6 x5 }$ ~( y. F0 Y- K8 ^44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
# X' _1 W, h: W4 o5 j0 qBy 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。
' x. Z) V5 m3 I! k& [; X; i6 o, |Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

+ r, @* T  p7 X1 O# v46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
% p0 j0 a0 A( e+ h- O6 }5 L4 iThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
* c% s+ n) d0 D( ]' u9 zThe 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.

# ^/ p! N( p' j- U* n$ I3 z4 r% \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。
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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
( C9 Z3 T4 e$ |6 J0 J- N" Kchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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8 n/ S! j% o5 e9 s( e: E52.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。
6 d! `1 \" o  g) Q' C2 qLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
  _$ j, F: ]8 V2 a* HI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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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。”
天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
" I& ?& V8 W: N3 B) E  d5 Nfirefly 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。
5 I! P3 N, ]2 `6 i1 `. d! W" LIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
  R; R( Z% m6 p8 [5 Q% jthe nest of my silence.

( a; p. v, c$ ^55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
- F: V5 [5 _3 l! e我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
9 f) x6 @- f! W4 K1 S5 w4 M7 r, }8 HThoughts 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。
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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( c- |2 [1 l0 U57.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
  e' O. u3 q1 d; c: O6 y/ d9 q4 ~7 xin songs.
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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？
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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59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
4 k" t: R7 |2 [- O- y+ D$ gThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

4 O0 \- X) x7 t- m60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
, B! F0 \& \; p7 a$ y5 wI 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
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