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
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.

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。
6 g$ ]8 P- w' `0 yLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

% d1 J- @! I5 F33.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.

- B- B. I* [, p3 x% X8 M. N34.一个忧郁的声音，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.
9 P4 l8 L3 x5 Y7 U) f( O! P6 Z/ UIt 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。
2 _1 d4 N7 }* ^6 B! r$ l# J3 U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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36.我有群星在天上，
8 C) K0 `: t; d* T& T! g4 c& n  w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。
& I1 l3 g; i+ \/ \& B& }* P# P用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
( `5 q7 N. @  d8 fThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
0 g* ^; ^8 q) |7 M/ YWash thy soul with silence.

& c. F7 W& g: ?, {' \0 Y38.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.
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; a% q" A1 a) [8 m; a39.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。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
( {5 Z. s* R$ M. w2 A; s4 g- eCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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; ?) p7 J4 ^7 `8 X6 p2 t40.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.
5 M7 K9 s, f8 Z7 V+ TMy 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.

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。
4 k2 y& f$ r) J$ D6 S6 DGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

: T  k# ?2 S* z. Q. k$ ?, z2 e42.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，
: w: l- l/ M$ q8 v$ I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.
1 U1 z) O% I- d: }2 B) 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？”
3 |& N- o4 Q* b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.
* V/ n9 ?, p! U' `( w* \: ?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。
0 J$ C+ j' z5 C) v# VBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

: e, \* g- m) V$ ]2 Q; U) H( r/ O45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
0 D) t( c) c4 q+ D  a- t. rSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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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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6 n2 O6 N; `6 S7 g$ y; R& v47.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.
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$ [8 Q2 H' d8 X2 ^+ g48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

, Y$ z2 S  S2 M49.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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& f& I6 Y) U" Z% |( x1 a. }0 k/ G50.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
2 w# k1 k$ A5 z' W+ _. T$ Achildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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; p- g; J" B# k3 W8 @6 R2 Z1 z51.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。
% q( ]9 p% y# f4 _  J" fLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
2 Z3 h/ R5 x0 M; E) _0 M& FI can see your face and know you as bliss.

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。
* |# Q' [; _- T+ F" u# s* V2 uThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
+ q2 z4 F5 {/ |5 ]4 ifirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

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。
) w4 v4 x7 n6 Y, ?* I* AIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
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。
: B( [" m# T+ A+ m8 T1 B/ Q% z我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
8 _8 f0 h) n6 l5 o9 h) yI hear the voice of their wings.
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9 T" ?8 o5 R2 S) s% `56.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.
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  q8 w9 ]6 l; z$ F& d5 S57.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.

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？
" f6 Z7 x0 ?( l' H! n; G# s" _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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7 f, n$ k$ Q+ ?9 I& C- i4 m6 x59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
" V: p8 _) j3 c% v! P5 MThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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" M; ~" ]/ t! A1 P- L- U  {3 S60.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
' N+ h9 I! n5 H2 m1 H$ |" {filled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
: A7 U! T" [4 Y* L: x“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
; x1 m5 R0 d5 _; {0 W- ?; E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