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
+ `$ t+ M* y, l* d; ]! v4 x0 [各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
/ V  [  {7 C- m- A+ a8 v7 s0 ZWhen 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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( j, m' c/ e2 n) W4 S" ?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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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。
5 q9 i9 m( V. k, XWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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& ], o6 }& i) U$ G6 p: K0 ^" F34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
, c: y: g6 n6 z" Q. l' `# Y; ~One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It 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。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
9 c* [! z7 N& b6 M5 ]+ ]2 _The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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) S* |0 f5 p7 u36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
# Q* n0 c7 ~6 z8 kI have my stars in the sky.
) V, `$ q- F+ Z; j2 H/ ^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。
5 j+ \, K: {) V+ A# O4 ^  U3 L! rThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
; C' d9 X. O7 h! @8 @! UWash 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。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

: j' ]. e! D6 d9 a0 a/ z+ l39.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。
' v7 C3 ?# C2 s; H' XThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
+ T+ |# b. U8 s6 jCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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  J: S/ e, v4 c8 _! `# i& d9 H40.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.
' F# r: E$ K7 V, rMy 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.

0 n1 {) j5 f! o/ r41.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.
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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，
% ^/ _/ \+ @+ [% {2 U' x4 \: ~) F" I0 c我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
; [5 [* H3 k! lThis 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.
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) e/ C& O+ O( k7 t2 v6 h% e6 q) a  Z43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
, m! ~; R0 e/ M" u7 p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.
5 z8 ^6 K! e6 q' L# u" w( Q, GI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

! A3 O: s* J3 S, ^: y% _% O44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
By 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。
* x7 o( f" R  J& A! E2 J( E3 l7 kSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
& P9 V6 [% H2 |2 R% C4 X居中的却远而避之。
3 Q, [' m! E& D# |# jThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

, T, T9 D. M0 Q' Z) Y( M47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
8 |5 r+ P# L4 A# B+ _The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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; s/ z# M5 ]7 ~( E- K48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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) o0 ?1 i! G5 d7 G5 S9 e) J/ D49.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。
! l1 F) q: j; S8 l0 s3 x9 kWhen 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。”
" ]+ N0 x, d6 P3 r( {) X, OThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, 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.
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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,
0 c. ?9 Y/ }2 t9 K$ V' w7 Q- oI can see your face and know you as bliss.

% X6 {! i* L7 E, G3 u9 }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。”
, ], M9 i% L: z1 o6 n3 w天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
+ B: y: {% r" a/ ?* ?: H# kfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

0 O" C. d  m1 S0 ?" F0 b+ c8 l% |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.

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。
% X2 ]3 {% Q* q& U2 OThoughts 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.
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: ?  R, p& L& Q- Q/ ?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
6 l" C3 h0 Q' y' E: |: w2 r4 iin songs.

) P5 T! B( p/ P$ |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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: X$ U+ Z7 h2 W( }59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
8 x0 y& j4 h. X& E4 cThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

5 @" L- `1 B3 U& c' C' B/ T60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
% O6 V, |6 q0 k: p, k$ Z$ e9 Z* cI 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
8 e: G( `8 v8 E. b* r1 w! ?/ H! A“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
0 o1 ^) Q! {& X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