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
& ^4 o  Q" S" c2 e8 y' x, t5 E: A各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
- a) p. x9 M2 N0 \9 _5 [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。
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

# Z3 W) l3 G$ C0 W4 O( B33.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。
+ O4 X# A, d2 k2 ?; X9 T$ ]2 i, ?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。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

35.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。
, ^# p0 c6 T- [( nThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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$ d- l( U0 L6 a  y% W1 p3 E; u' W36.我有群星在天上，
# M; J5 z( n! ]1 C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。
$ t8 A$ S4 Y) a/ ^0 G* o8 _: |4 ?用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
# V) F9 b9 n. u* P) }The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.

' |/ F; ^+ t" i38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
4 H8 A$ _; ~& qGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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% v  Z" u8 V. q6 I39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
( L# ]+ k2 l! ^( P$ r" H; ]出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
( ]) T* l, X% T* V% {; E$ mThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
4 d6 U# |% p9 R9 ~. H3 R4 m% }Come 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.
, V& U+ Z) G  f/ x; e1 mMy 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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9 D, ^' s7 s- F4 @* p1 T41.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.

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.
: u% W; G& Y2 |& L+ m5 a3 l7 UI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

# ?- q5 A& r$ U8 N* O: Y43.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.
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44.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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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.

4 E. z; @& {5 [9 }' @4 f; F5 |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.

* \* n- K" h6 A9 H7 u0 ~1 X# R48.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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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
children, 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 P' U3 w' q9 V9 |  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。
  w. z2 L, u8 s; @. J6 n# s: H& P2 nLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
0 N. ]6 D- ^, |  i1 p0 L7 Q  ^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。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

4 N4 X5 N- ^9 C8 N& S4 s- A- W! N) p54.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
the nest of my silence.

' M: u* N3 `$ ^- `) m; z; t55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
: F* m4 y3 ^, W% CThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

/ F; {& L. M: f5 x* j* D56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
- f7 U' \$ `/ e0 j/ kThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

/ _/ n+ E! j% W( j4 J) S+ W  o57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
0 W$ @3 i3 R* g/ ]& ^9 I$ HThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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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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3 F: s4 C3 `" h6 c1 o+ z' y59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
* Z! `* T9 u( S- b; g* h0 `' r7 F, oThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

60.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
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
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