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
  y2 }2 a0 h2 `* G9 G, L% y各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
# s' X  X& B0 u  n: p; I3 GWhen 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.

0 G# e) r/ I1 ^# R+ }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.

3 P* g7 n/ c) M, X8 e33.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.
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34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
7 u+ B+ D. s" n( W1 S: z0 m它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
- u( S2 r  r, ?6 k$ E& N: SIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

. R: m$ f5 ]# P, \2 C35.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。
6 Z# f& |3 ~+ L( C* r" gThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
! e. }" O( l3 g$ Z% QSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

8 Q7 W3 C/ x- @* ^6 P6 G" m- _36.我有群星在天上，
# i2 y5 T3 N) e6 e' F( u+ d但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
0 q( [( W2 |  L% g) M( I3 |5 yI have my stars in the sky.
) K0 W- X. f3 lBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
7 q1 N2 Y2 u. K1 ]: P$ kThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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5 Y* A, p: D0 D) \38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
" V; i+ z5 v; Q5 p9 ^Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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' _# m( L$ M8 P, U9 G9 ~* 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。
4 W' P/ W1 Z. u7 jThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
. s* a" {6 I! O, \2 ?Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

+ s1 v. [8 p2 v4 a" w% c+ ~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.

2 W5 x7 m! b8 U/ I- k41.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.
: V- N+ b4 V/ {% G5 xI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

- u$ c& e, _  k! ^43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
6 S. B# w7 D8 g# K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.
: H9 P2 m* V- o% H+ G9 q- mI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

( G( D4 L; s( c+ }/ k' ^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。
' J! K7 j: _  K9 K1 h" eThe 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.

5 o" f( `  Y( G: R  r% D48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
- M0 Z. x' w, M  z9 ^! nPower 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。
  B" [. X1 v7 ]6 \1 YWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

, s9 ^' T) S, z  z' H# }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。”
3 n6 N: ]+ C' S8 gThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

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。
8 {) t* z( a) E& \& @Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
9 f9 n8 d$ r4 wI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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  C- G  I2 {7 J53.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。
' g7 Y" m2 W# K$ K- LThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
+ n3 Q$ o& b2 y1 H# afirefly 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。
8 Q* ]' ?' u6 c8 n( IIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
. R) l/ j3 G) lthe nest of my silence.
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, n' H/ C; q$ R6 N+ ^8 x* B55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
" T; N. Y* ~- q! ]我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
/ l& b' j& E$ BThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
8 J' c( R6 A8 N4 v: ]5 n$ RI hear the voice of their wings.

6 p: u& M; n; Q- L4 _% s56.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.

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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; ?6 V% f8 a5 T( `0 F3 Q& w58.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？
+ y0 }# |* r2 p1 H. n) R/ }( QThat 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?

59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
% h2 _* P, k6 D5 BThought 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。
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
2 r0 \) {5 |8 o2 r1 W% k: Q% J“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