泰戈尔诗7

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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
8 y, r4 Z) v3 M+ B各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
% b) D3 A" u3 i, p9 YWhen 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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+ N7 K; \8 B$ S+ m$ X& C/ R32.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. j* w" d# oLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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( c7 G- R7 B6 q* ~+ c: I# n33.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。
* m$ D: _  M1 ]+ i* D% TWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

# s) @2 X$ B$ D# d* b$ N34.一个忧郁的声音，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.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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7 B/ O7 w$ n8 L& ^35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
$ J( _% v( R, K9 Q' ~1 k" n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.
3 ^7 c1 n/ d$ R9 ]0 p3 DSave 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。
# v: p7 ^7 g3 }6 B) ^6 ?2 ]I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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2 `2 F) d/ _  B- l1 E5 D37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
8 I- l% n9 b$ p7 }用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
% C7 x- j$ Y. E& ]: O  ~The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.

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.
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1 K% e7 y$ r' R$ [5 K7 V. G39.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。
, g3 s0 ^% ?1 R% u4 I, G( ]# SThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
' G) M2 u' `" q$ s1 V0 tCome 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.

6 M- e0 p$ @1 ~9 T6 n41.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.
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43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
+ v2 b  P& X+ i- A% [% S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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  e5 U% B% \- K8 j: t2 A1 w* Z44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
# p0 u- c% f  b- xBy 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。
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。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

& C  P9 N0 B6 y2 [7 Q, \7 t5 F48.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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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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) M* L( m' r8 X. ~& ]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。”
( C" \% `) t7 L" \0 DThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

/ Z8 t8 K, S7 J3 B% G51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

6 q. N5 z8 V% U2 n" }: {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。
8 S: V$ q% k; W9 xLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
+ I; \; j# J- o- J# p' i( J8 a7 WI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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) D5 U; y: n) S$ Q" U53.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。
) p$ W0 p- G& {4 @! u7 H/ h8 W7 {The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

3 d8 p2 O$ f+ i' o2 v54.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。
6 ~. ~5 I# j5 W, o8 ^In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.

! J. l* n4 l/ }, }( u3 t55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
, Z/ w3 S' S4 r$ t. O; N. |: B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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8 j: y8 {% I+ J$ U6 N2 C  z56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
# R" `6 u. ]- VThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

$ J( [* t  Q; }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
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1 O, r7 j/ k# @4 Y# B; ~7 Q; X$ B58.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？
0 `$ f1 @  l+ `2 X  nThat 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?

) x5 }. K" K0 Q( P( j59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
5 e6 P! u$ ?2 u# N0 N7 jThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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- i3 m+ O4 q% n60.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
$ {2 G/ Z! X& d2 J1 R' Y! wfilled 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
) j5 O: ]# w( `3 P1 w6 F% [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