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
+ C/ M# z5 ~; j3 C/ ~: {各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
+ d  f! l" @  _' K% m; BWhen 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。
8 ]4 L* n3 n# c9 f" c' E: j: p) F; TLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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. S# E- w! u' w2 }0 g$ N" s33.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。
* ?' ^2 w" ~7 o3 b5 uWoman, 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。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
1 X. L& J3 `9 x  u1 wIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

& G1 }9 d. Z4 `1 v  P: T/ u" a35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
- Z# Y! s& b; N0 U- J1 @6 M3 D把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
: @- A% V) U- V, E& rThe 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，
7 W1 k( w' t% r6 G7 I9 A+ ?& r  o但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
% }& @* y0 Q8 ^I have my stars in the sky.
6 P7 D" y, r6 f# Q9 A5 [3 _But 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。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
% D/ \2 ~6 Y3 n. W; |! R4 I7 AWash thy soul with silence.

# v- U: x$ ^  M6 }38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
. _  U6 i# _4 @2 D% _' P: 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。
! N7 P6 h+ u4 \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.
2 Y4 o4 M3 z; Q4 e7 z; HCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

" H( \; n1 U  }( ?: |7 Z40.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.
7 c  \) ?; c; h) ^; aMy 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。
God'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。
This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
4 a5 y% n) n# V) D; Z8 H: qI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

9 `0 u; ~! s& L5 [43.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。”
; f& I0 L# Q  t& YWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
. _- w- K  H. `' {; i! `& l4 fI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

% s% l+ G5 ]6 q5 D$ @  d8 C1 M44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
$ f3 Z& u9 n- X7 \2 {5 JBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

, n2 v7 p+ Y7 G' p# h45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
8 u- p& y; M" g6 mSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
' ^% N* }/ b% b) H居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

+ o5 c+ n3 M& n2 \! Q4 k47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
! p4 ?& o' H+ b5 G/ r3 \# i  k4 jThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

/ a, ?! V- t( B, I# i! S$ S3 r: c48.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。
When 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。”
+ p% h4 x$ M; ^3 z( ZThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
, |. p/ f/ X$ T2 ?5 ichildren, 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。
( C& h% X. u3 [3 t2 \Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
  [& F! }5 T6 |' O; Y  bI can see your face and know you as bliss.

1 e- r6 r9 F9 S: k/ b, ]" g- i53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
' M5 z. ^0 S( j& `# W7 v% Q天上的星不回答它。
- \! n# P" @+ g  Q* nThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
* W8 [7 R8 L7 Q* n% \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。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
4 Q% |* S. b/ hthe nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
0 e- B8 `$ ], j, ?  V% l我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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) i7 ^) w* o4 @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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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
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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？
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?

% E3 d+ s3 z7 v, Y0 G0 M59.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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60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
6 Q$ Z3 d: e1 Q4 @I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
1 I- B1 c1 B9 n+ E: Q% `filled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
( k4 x' z7 R& [2 ?; S“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