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
! i% [+ y9 M/ g+ ^1 O/ Q; q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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32.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。
5 I7 u- h3 s5 P" Z5 H  v) a/ a1 iLet 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.

34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
% b9 Q6 I3 \* p+ k: M6 a它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
, `  f! q7 x6 F* k# qIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
% z1 c1 s  N! D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.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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+ W  j3 v3 @! l. ~& Z3 E: }6 r36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
' Y. l9 M8 x8 l/ q, w9 [用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
' v/ V( W7 _! ]) t1 p. T/ dThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
! d+ H" R6 e/ S1 `! oWash thy soul with silence.
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# W( [1 c: a% m" \: _38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
$ G$ H* n  f# B! uGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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39.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。
3 F- f0 x/ V! g! hThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
/ \$ h1 A5 m! E+ x( QCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

7 A1 s  h/ z3 P- F40.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.
- F7 Q# s3 v* {6 b6 t* V2 `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& i1 E2 d( u7 r( f3 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。
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

* F9 d# l$ `4 a- k; a4 h& o% 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，
# q: T. q5 z0 \我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
9 [4 R6 J: U% q  PThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
, [- [2 ?; R$ K- S6 _8 QI 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？”
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.

! S% N* v! B$ h1 I! R! z! {! q44.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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- Z+ ~$ t8 \4 s! O' t, P- b45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
. M  Z, u' p7 jSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
  X8 I& v) [; f$ x3 i# B9 ~5 ~( P居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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( L( ?) ?7 C2 t/ _& x47.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.

. X6 A, ?3 ~# ^; o1 f) k48.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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2 S* k" {6 C4 `6 U9 d49.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。
6 |( |4 c. u7 C7 _When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

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
# O# N5 ?( V( \* s7 W  a6 Ychildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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! c0 R) _+ U& f$ C  H/ m% {; ]51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

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。
* x$ Y5 m4 m/ K$ ~5 uLove! 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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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。
# Y- x+ h4 }; n0 ~  P4 }/ n: cThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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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
4 o! U- L6 D5 ^the nest of my silence.
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/ P' Y# S- `( C9 g4 i# m& x55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
. T, s- M: U8 x; j& T; V; b3 n2 ~我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
3 ]3 t4 I- R. z, xI hear the voice of their wings.

: |; l+ J5 J4 V9 H" ]56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
3 Z/ I! T, y: k+ |# P( P: QThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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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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. _2 a* F; s2 \  t. H- J  Y58.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？
  |# z" ~& d0 |2 T# e+ ~8 e) vThat 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?

& T6 t$ x0 _5 \4 }+ A6 m59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
2 F% ?+ Z& L6 o) ~8 ^Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

$ B7 [. G; Q5 Z. S; F60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
( @& y0 A! \: n4 ?I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
& j. v: t( b4 C. d5 R2 ~+ B2 A+ pfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
$ P( o6 k) s. E“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
& F9 w) O3 \! M% e4 Z$ ]6 V2 J! \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