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。
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.

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。
- |: q) P9 m' d9 H7 qLet 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.
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34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
! b+ @4 q+ u' }: N它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
# ^! W* N! @, I+ mIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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8 d% \& N; m! s8 Z' H( q35.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.

36.我有群星在天上，
! _% ]+ u1 K3 D$ J4 H, A5 f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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+ M- ]0 n5 b- q9 Y* w37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
  U+ B  V' {/ X用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
: N2 x. x- w# VWash 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。
( O0 y) {: U9 a) JGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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, F( N& @9 N* y3 |39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
3 y) K, `( w$ q3 P) R) q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.
, M  A, p- ?, P7 X4 W  k. `3 OCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

! E% s0 P6 Q4 {+ D2 m) d40.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.
3 n( F5 q7 S6 d; |$ 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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1 P2 @& u, B- J9 x* C/ y3 |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 _0 r2 \# V, i: @; w$ J3 P* ]God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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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，
* M: C  ~, ]( T% e: ]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.
8 _6 }, s% o: u3 D* HI 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？”
瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
4 L; M* s- R7 J! q+ w9 I+ {, ?0 aWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
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。
  E- i9 Z6 N, g& t" dBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
% M- ^  y8 q8 V( t# y; YSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

  H7 N  `* o' I5 ?46.大的不怕与小的同游。
; y0 O* k" y+ o3 |2 I3 ?; T) e! g居中的却远而避之。
' {, N2 i7 U* F0 F" b' xThe 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。
! W# w% M1 X  f  T; O! K7 ]( e1 yThe 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。
# }3 t, d1 D8 M. @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。”
/ N6 Z* L# e" }6 T: EThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
4 p! e; v& P# I; N" echildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

2 W& W, s) `- W! _9 q51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

3 M2 a1 H5 G  v52.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,
: X( H3 N2 ?* g# ~. zI 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。”
% P" n1 }6 T- z' `1 [/ q# s) z天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
4 ]9 X; ?; e) ^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。
) z6 j7 V/ B  ?6 R! F3 yIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.

) X: b+ Z) M( y2 j3 p$ x55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
: T4 `  \0 G$ O% I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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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.

4 c; F3 ~: i# _6 _57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
+ u- j% f9 m  h* b3 `7 ^The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.
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7 \0 S% G5 o* E  F58.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?

* P, U( h, f7 Y0 [& M' B59.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。
' T. M9 {5 v* ~5 u! nI 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
; b) f1 n0 O7 K$ g! S“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
* E: k8 h0 E, ]! u4 o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