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。
7 C9 k" e! W3 \# _2 \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.

9 V" Q) Y  j8 U: E: }: G2 ^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.

" a3 N4 V2 U, `9 I# M% s+ Q34.一个忧郁的声音，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.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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8 Y) K: ]$ X) X8 a( z35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
# X5 R$ D! t5 w$ Y; m+ L# l: i把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
/ R& L: c6 d9 c( R: y& \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，
4 D2 l$ q. A- N3 S% W# Q# Z& H6 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。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
. ]+ r& o% M6 `. `Wash thy soul with silence.
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7 y7 k5 m  i- h7 `* h; k4 X1 |38.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.

4 z: t! l* {+ A% h39.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。
& F; K& o" s* D9 l% \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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7 T* h1 j, _! f6 C! l40.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.

+ s# V2 q7 @, @6 L! I41.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。
  N2 U( _, ?& J: v& g/ xGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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$ O+ j/ u" Z& c& Y# g# 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，
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.
* \) b8 X; f" ?: II 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？”
* V# k( J) f( i) E( Y7 N* x瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
, o0 b. E! {3 M9 hWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
5 N1 x8 `2 E9 M4 z% X/ }4 f; g9 BI 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。
# J8 t- N5 W+ k, ^) M$ YBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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7 z8 J) l* C* A. s8 Y* Q45.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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* c3 C9 M7 u  @46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
) V9 T0 w& B; q) uThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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1 m6 M# {5 i5 U. q% l47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
' D& x! y# B( P3 p# jThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
1 H5 l# u: o; _! S3 H5 a: pPower 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。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

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。”
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。
- D' `$ }3 f5 t2 ^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。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
" N9 [  P0 y7 u% V* l( w2 |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。”
# t: o# j; j) k5 N+ d' d4 M天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
; G% \( Z; Y* r+ _- V! {; _$ ?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
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。
7 P# Y' }/ w8 V/ E; o7 Z* a我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
9 B1 C2 }' \. J$ R/ _0 i2 K+ M' b$ hThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
* }- {  f0 L4 J8 @0 s- I% qI hear the voice of their wings.
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2 R/ b( e6 o2 w2 C' n/ C7 y56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
. p3 P1 K% [: l6 M1 NThe 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。
8 \9 Y& U" |' r) B- rThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
9 t9 t2 ^* F* H$ G- J: Z# Rin songs.
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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？
& n1 l* q+ |3 u5 }9 N% K0 KThat 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?

  W% B4 K, K3 n& O) a& n7 E! A$ s  K59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
" U, a$ h. Z- r" k9 j9 DThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

# c4 l1 U8 B% ~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
“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