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
; \5 E& _5 y: |- U4 ~& u; k- g各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
1 I( _' n2 ]# i; ^) Z$ i3 x) [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.

$ n2 W- m, u( }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。
( X8 r- a6 \9 m+ m) U" YLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

# \7 S2 Q9 B, ^. |  @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。
! M, D" f3 \4 N& z( H5 `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。”
# z) n! q2 M. I" bOne 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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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。
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
' \5 o+ m/ l. z7 }7 uSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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+ {3 O3 w. g* f36.我有群星在天上，
1 p7 U, k! [$ N$ v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.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
: Y9 ~% X5 i" _7 j用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
0 H! D9 t' J0 A' t$ |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.

, k7 h& X7 {5 E2 @) T39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
* v0 X) O& P' [) h9 d出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
& [$ L- X9 H+ Q% J, k7 hCome 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.
& B" C( u, m- z4 F4 `$ |# 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.

, N( C, G8 P9 w9 D2 ^41.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，
2 R/ p0 w! x9 G* w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.
$ ^, r# C# R) h" J; m3 yI 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？”
2 f( r( i9 N" v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.

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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, ]" u$ k0 I0 [% ?45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
: O% n- j  z6 ?* W  [* PSilence 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.

48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
9 ?9 ^+ [! K1 h1 r  ?$ F8 iPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

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。
) ]7 I; I  Q4 ]) l' `. w, BWhen 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。
4 L+ T1 @/ o4 Q& o* `; X5 TThe 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。
& }$ i" q, }) T3 ZLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
' z; i7 `, C: P" jI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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' E. b$ [3 g- n1 d% D0 g" A53.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.
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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。
% ^1 [6 c$ Z$ Q: G/ ^# MIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
- x' Y2 C( [) ]! T+ O. ^the nest of my silence.
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55.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。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
8 L, V% z- t8 zI hear the voice of their wings.
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0 c' J3 x9 W  v" `* R5 w  A56.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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8 X3 }8 _* `: _% h" w5 s5 N' x58.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？
; k9 L( g* h9 s) `8 ^8 SThat 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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4 V6 x5 k3 z& r* G' P) H3 a, x- ~59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
$ f. \) _0 w, P7 x0 MThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

% C: c* L; y5 ]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
, v$ G* q5 c- Y1 Lfilled 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