泰戈尔诗7

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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
3 @" u3 _* U  Q% C( t各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
& C2 F9 Q2 m/ r6 z5 ZWhen 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.

8 e3 T; j6 j7 R8 j  T: w4 _) j32.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。
, _. F, r0 t8 }6 a9 I, t! Z6 SLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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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。
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
7 p; @8 ?1 u" ~0 `9 z9 L它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
& D% @2 l' R  k" r) b0 tOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
$ ~% D+ h, p( e9 v1 YIt 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。
! X$ K9 j7 G; U0 [/ D把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
/ s, w5 @1 k. ~7 U' j2 P2 v% F8 zThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
" y2 ^8 `; G) J7 ]7 D2 j8 zSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

0 F4 x3 p) v; f; K3 W- c) k36.我有群星在天上，
' a+ G9 |! i* e" u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.

- w6 p! m% Q, x& P4 ~5 Z37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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0 i) S. ^* ?( U# T38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
1 g$ o. X5 f5 L2 i! E) XGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
, q9 q  w) w- G+ ~% J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.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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. e6 C3 m7 E- u( f8 Y40.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.
6 e! D. m8 y, U8 G9 U$ O/ KMy 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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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。
: M: x0 \4 n. W$ y$ I5 ?" W/ gGod'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。
5 g# T3 C+ D/ n2 qThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
+ e% v5 @  j: }" h$ F, x* T$ q2 BI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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. F9 E# _3 y: ]! m& G' e* G& k7 `43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
2 {" y; _0 a2 _1 \瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
9 X! ?6 k/ Z7 y4 \3 aWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

) Y% {7 z% g) x$ j, W0 p7 C44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
+ {) X' ?. J$ J/ Y6 `9 m% wBy 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.
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8 o% H6 @5 }2 r: E2 ]* G8 h( n& ]8 B46.大的不怕与小的同游。
4 B9 P5 Z) c& w% W& H) ^! `, K7 H居中的却远而避之。
% |( q9 e& a3 p$ cThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

& n- M6 B9 X" h6 z, G: k47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
) W0 f% ~1 x4 AThe 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 Q' a" |. B' S4 n' `' p$ \. jPower 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。
+ \! w" x4 _- Y! X. A) L6 Y% A6 GWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

4 [$ Z5 }; I; c$ {# l- x4 o50.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.

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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0 {( s2 L/ E$ `. T4 v0 A- L52.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。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I 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。”
$ k1 A8 X: w/ L2 p5 i( U天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
6 G& `; K" b) Pfirefly 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。
9 k2 A' @; `. LIn 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。
我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
$ X/ d' o+ O8 `5 CThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
3 n4 M/ I5 e3 L; |% IThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

5 [$ l( E' ?' o9 R$ a57.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？
2 |" Z, o3 _  G% g$ cThat 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?

5 p) X. {. i( _1 e2 U8 ^2 r59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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) |0 V& ~1 h% K: a' F/ J60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
" L" ^9 }) ^$ [- n+ q7 lI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
2 ^0 J  Y" }7 @8 ~/ v' hfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
  ~! M/ Q; c% Q4 j* g“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
5 t7 ^- F" ^7 ]0 `5 R' B; W) b2 V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