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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
[ {! I# f# T各处去时我便爱上你,与你结婚了。
$ r4 r. b- Y1 d1 J: WWhen 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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: P9 J! E" h( L- ?* N6 o9 h( H, Y32.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。
+ r8 A+ q6 y4 N6 O' fLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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* K" N1 w8 j# i0 k1 s33.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。
3 | G/ R7 k* _# G# XWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music. ' @8 d# p6 j0 n( h6 ]* B3 w
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34.一个忧郁的声音,筑巢于逝水似的年华中。
' w2 I+ k) T6 z0 q它在夜里向我唱道:“我爱你。” 1 y( ~; Y& \( \: K
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. 3 W9 p2 Y$ ?0 p9 @
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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" s. l/ A8 @/ Y" q* l35.燃着的火,以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。 3 G/ p/ |+ [/ |6 h% t% I' ]5 h
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。 1 s/ h9 y E1 T2 h
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
4 A/ h7 F U# T ?, ~, @& ESave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上, 2 ]- ?, [% a1 T
但是,唉,我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。 5 @% y h- ~! O: b0 V" H
I have my stars in the sky.
6 I: d% P- Z6 A+ p7 l3 }But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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z+ O P! G, k9 P, D37.死文字的尘土沾着你。 2 F' Q6 b1 |- M' N/ f
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
' \5 r" Y4 _" A2 a g/ KThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
+ H5 @2 [* L7 ~0 x9 K& nWash thy soul with silence. N# h% a. h q
5 ?% ]- {* {6 }38.生命里留了许多罅隙,从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。 ) @% Y2 u/ Y- l l( d% f6 N
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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7 \0 W( f9 s" `* H6 ~; W: Y39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。 : h- Z5 Z, X0 t: U- J; X, B p
出来吧,我的心,带着你的爱去与它相会。
/ r* f# l1 U6 j3 b# N9 u# j( V" XThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning. . k& m. d7 b1 H) p
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it. - y0 M; k: J( {
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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. 6 I! R7 |. d1 H) A1 G9 I
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. k. d a0 d: e. P: t
* J( W8 k8 _( \" b41.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。
1 J3 c# \' ?0 {; Q6 fGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. $ S$ p' ~3 v3 w8 V |* O/ C
/ @: M! ?1 [! O: l' k j42.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, 3 A! k3 J. i& ]8 B- p4 F! _
我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里,我也便将自由了。
( B/ f! \! B& F) h) s$ W, mThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress. 9 z+ m" K7 |- O# L. N5 B9 E. Y
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?”
! c$ i8 Y4 X k1 a瓦灯说道:“我要尽我所能地做去,我的主人。”
7 G: e( {; W* V1 L5 ^Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
# `! ^) E9 j7 e+ J9 vI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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/ |6 u3 v6 d3 \8 s44.采着花瓣时,得不到花的美丽。 0 T5 r3 f |4 e
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8 I; U2 q0 U7 _0 q( |& w3 U- ^45.沉默蕴蓄着语声,正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
& D4 K: |" z, r8 z; k" S$ [4 Y4 E* ]Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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9 R0 u* _, v4 ?46.大的不怕与小的同游。 M' z8 }; ^& s9 g8 c. g Y: R) _
居中的却远而避之。
# E% y5 b) `5 J8 [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。
4 ~8 s. G6 {$ @7 aThe 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。
* d( G: e# N; ^7 I% hPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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' Q, f, _' T( \5 D) j4 |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。
6 H2 O5 f) [6 E l' G. ZWhen 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。” 6 [1 m0 u; R w2 C% ]$ w
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
* F% {6 i( M% q/ Vchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven. E$ c' ?: K9 Q5 \5 I3 w) A6 g* y
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51.蛛网好象要捉露点,却捉住了苍蝇。 # g3 p2 l( h. K% i( | B- H( K7 s
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies. 8 D- ?% v* D- ~/ `5 e
; |! L7 \) @6 h; V. B52.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。
5 K, a; K3 L# T" Z4 I& n$ h( d2 I/ KLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
6 j7 i! U) {, u; b. o: F+ J5 ]$ iI can see your face and know you as bliss. 0 f B7 K8 ]- {. i1 V% p, T
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天上的星不回答它。 : L7 v; T! T1 b2 m9 s
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the 7 k% l' E6 K! I* s+ A/ i/ _
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer. 7 V. z9 B! F( _$ k
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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。
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the nest of my silence.
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: }& p1 Q- i6 L, w5 I& A55.思想掠过我的心上,如一群野鸭飞过天空。 $ Y+ p% F* P1 m& Y) L( I% L
我听见它们鼓翼之声了。 7 A* u8 P- ]( Y7 ^# t
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. . ^: K& e, O# V0 k" ?) i
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。 4 P8 t1 O6 E: N8 a
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water. + d) F! N( d& {2 A# f9 q
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57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻,而要求歌声做报酬。
; U* S4 |* ~9 L& A. ?6 R6 l. lThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return 4 @$ ?0 d; X( K5 O0 e% o4 f
in 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? 5 N: F" J( A4 X# _1 L- L
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? & d! W* o- @2 P0 e# F* Y
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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。 % {- g9 w) `8 k; f
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中,它盛满了爱了。
/ W4 u' M# j: W+ y" y: ?6 G$ UI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
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