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。
2 d* f2 Z6 T# I& @& iWhen 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。
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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; _9 S4 Y! H. H% m& ~0 Z33.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。
7 g# q' z+ w* @. U- h& eWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

  X# c+ N( _8 d34.一个忧郁的声音，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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35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
  ^3 _% h4 X# ~; q9 ?  X  E  l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.
7 ]( B  ~( K$ \Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

36.我有群星在天上，
% X2 M5 x- G& G5 z  g但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
% f$ b0 |  u3 }But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
* R9 a- L3 F$ `5 k  S& @用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
8 ^! O+ Z9 P. k9 r1 v: r7 e1 ~The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
' ^- O, D, U( H7 I% Q: l  ^* SWash 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。
4 C, O9 F9 G! A+ TGaps 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。
1 }; _* G, ^, k7 g' O# \# l出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
  Y) g# U$ v% R4 K4 kThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
$ C9 M+ G2 h3 w; U( NCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

  h+ U/ c: w) S  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.
4 ^  g% z" \- A, PMy 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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7 p7 z8 ^2 l# [4 T* g7 |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。
( k# p+ H/ j) v7 O. D$ sGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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" U2 M/ J" G" }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，
0 U6 w7 s# u% J- k我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
2 Y6 s6 x2 p1 w- j2 A8 }$ N/ kThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

  }* i0 j6 w4 T9 E5 j1 c: ^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。”
Who 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。
4 Y. U- x. d, u! D0 N# A1 u2 aBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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: D  W" ]( J1 \) f4 _1 j45.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.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
0 q: Q# X/ p7 l9 T% o* `) p居中的却远而避之。
5 P8 R( c$ Y& |+ zThe 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。
! Y. V# z; A& c' iThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

  a) b/ A- z$ \. ^48.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。
1 D" B! i1 Q+ ^- IWhen 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。”
; y2 f5 I$ S' g) |4 x$ M) [The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
/ p9 L  i/ y+ C( fchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

6 C( X/ p# x" [2 p- \: ^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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' W/ w, ?' j3 u52.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。”
: {6 o$ [8 X7 B+ \0 a7 ?+ C天上的星不回答它。
) B; B8 L( a' sThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
7 N2 R2 z/ C, _4 ~( t2 Y  H: ufirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

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。
. V$ `5 P" {$ n, E% i& |In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
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$ p) q" h! D4 Y" q3 }55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
8 i3 x* W# }8 D% j6 p我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
* i+ Y% m" J1 R' FThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
- C1 d) l& ?- [2 g" n+ ~I hear the voice of their wings.

7 Z& I: m; l. q) c+ o4 }56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
4 [- I) Z9 d( `6 OThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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1 T* b$ s( z8 f2 r: }9 l  ~9 h57.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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3 d0 q1 _' Y/ |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?
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0 a6 C' V' d7 t6 [0 ?59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
; s3 P* k' x* {9 }0 BThought 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
: d7 i, s% M2 d/ v. c) mfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
1 N7 ^1 Z* j4 }  }( t- _( k“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