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
* Z6 C% m$ Q4 K) ^. k% `6 J5 E: }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.
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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.

* Y7 W6 S- Y. m! q$ ?4 C+ R4 ]0 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。
6 {) h+ `: c8 h: @' OWoman, 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。　　　　
1 p3 ]! O+ J, R它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
$ |* u7 z  z9 _7 U! ~) GOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

# f0 b" f4 F. {( o" c, g( D0 w" @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.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

. \7 s8 x7 }8 G1 }& ^% x% [36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
& p& w* d, w5 w8 W! ]But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
; b  a" E% ?- n0 r# LThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
% V& C' p+ \1 k8 C% \# AWash thy soul with silence.

2 L- I5 N# s! s, t) D3 U38.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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4 w. H1 k  @# a1 L" V39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
* N! H  A+ S1 h1 F& }  j+ ~出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
6 q' C- [. f# |5 \0 L: [The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
' B( e  [) N! fCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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7 m$ ^* p7 ?6 d/ \) I40.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.

) m0 M6 I# U/ s, d41.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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) F% ]/ D, t8 Y; o8 U. |& t42.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，
$ T9 x( ~) p% k; U  W我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
6 p& f. T1 Y, D! F9 z% AThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

7 g" g8 r- |( u3 b43.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。”
1 K8 {% l; q+ ^. x8 ]. MWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
$ M5 h' S, ~  F% a' hI 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。
+ T$ Z; W; o7 m9 n  U: l) Y% K+ YSilence 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。
+ k9 k' S% I6 n9 C* c; V" \5 XThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

# N% w: u) S9 T1 O) p1 ~48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power 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。
9 @! p/ S1 o. c+ pWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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1 h- R7 u+ N: E% j) T/ \! b50.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。”
" d2 t& n7 b. ~4 }  D7 cThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
) \1 \2 |8 L0 S& X6 T7 e# M  @$ Lchildren, 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.
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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, d( K" ]% M3 NLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
7 [. ~' A" c0 P$ tI 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。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
1 E6 L2 [  A: y+ l0 X" S& Q; T  Yfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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; p* f4 q& o& r5 \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。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
0 u% W- N: i; J. `the nest of my silence.
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( U9 g( A, f/ J# ~8 B55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
0 j1 v3 g$ E2 ]/ w4 J  G7 y+ J: `我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
1 {; U! F# [6 R3 \I hear the voice of their wings.
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1 Y/ _; c& t( K7 b56.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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$ S4 l6 Q6 H4 h9 m57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
$ P0 W6 ]; ~: E7 OThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
' J" X. c1 E( X8 h! A" S( ~! Yin songs.
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, A0 p0 p' H1 W6 _! ]0 ?' G8 O58.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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- g; G* k3 V' F/ J0 _59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
9 D( i7 [: i! ?8 iThought 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
8 {, A# ?; b& G0 z: p“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