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。
4 f' X1 `7 r* F  W/ m4 x* s% WWhen 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.

0 v' F7 O0 K# q# g4 W6 S9 M* P32.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.
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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。
. d, c& ^  Z  ~! xWoman, 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。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
* E% w# f! i. N. v- S4 jOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
. L' B0 [! k4 v, v( qIt 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。
- B3 s" b6 J) o把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
, ^. j" r" r4 R  ]The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
! g$ U/ W6 E0 H5 i/ f# WSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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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.
9 c9 A9 R' L. n+ l0 P, R) ~But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

# c6 I. t0 h6 N9 t& r# I37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
3 X) x, ]1 `9 n: c1 OThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
: b% u/ A1 \7 D1 zGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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5 S  T  G  Q+ g; g! o' J- K39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
9 y$ I- C3 D0 S  _8 O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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  y" r" G0 Y' f% Y+ L, j40.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.
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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。
5 ], j8 s- E* oGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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1 \) e" w3 S" Y) G8 t1 w: y4 g42.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.
7 P9 I9 ?% V9 b; aI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
2 `3 D% R8 e& v, |8 `- A4 d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.
; l/ v7 ?& ^3 j) ~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。
+ j( f- d, @/ _& Q8 sBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

3 X/ Z" Q/ e" v6 V. v45.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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1 j4 M2 [2 G" s5 I" s) m% l$ U46.大的不怕与小的同游。
; v8 u7 G' Y" R% D) O* R居中的却远而避之。
- |2 o1 ^# ?1 C$ }5 V. QThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
; h  S0 V6 I' v* t1 W$ h1 M" |+ Q2 MThe 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。
# _% l4 c" a& QPower 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。
' C% t% ~8 a3 ~& z1 hWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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$ ^9 y' o# S( D! n4 S  U50.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。”
1 w' r  u- Z  k, h$ YThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
, |7 q7 _7 y4 K1 _  l1 zchildren, 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。
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。
( ?# A9 F/ t, q$ R' {9 GLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
5 I0 o% h4 o. d1 eI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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3 g/ b9 b! T* N: `* ]: [3 ^& U0 K6 V53.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
0 K5 x' N4 l$ P9 a2 ifirefly 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。
7 v' S! w7 w* y1 X" rIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.

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。
% y) S3 |& i( |; ~Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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. i. A2 d& }+ a8 U* v# k56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
( `" \' U9 r- u% P7 nThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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( d! E$ ~9 M/ w" `; G2 M57.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？
5 R) P  w  x/ DThat 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?

( v  A, a, u6 u$ q# z59.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.

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
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devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
7 h3 m* L, J9 m“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
# @3 c6 s+ g3 M4 P5 w0 l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