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
! g* }- C- U/ X; r# `4 B7 D$ Y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.

0 V) C6 A' A. w7 ~  P3 j( O32.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。
  _1 J+ u! `: u# R! hLet 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 L' B" S- \  G0 ZWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

  H2 c$ O# U3 e( q" _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。”
& l* J. g2 Z  @8 r; vOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
' c* s( B: }: H/ _0 BIt 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。
! C$ q% |! P. v把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
. A0 j7 z, L4 b  V2 KThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
8 K& ~1 q$ ~4 p- ~& \1 c! vSave 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。
+ ]$ u+ a6 m8 w+ m# t( QI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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+ M+ a# Q. o8 W; a. _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.
Wash thy soul with silence.

" V' t) B$ c+ U; G5 a3 w+ g  a: E5 j38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
6 ]+ p0 ?/ n5 Q/ sGaps 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。
出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
1 j( P* ^+ X  `* c/ Y% AThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
8 i2 ~+ E  M. \& X& b$ o0 v: W$ RCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

40.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.
0 A7 R1 u; W% Q9 T1 B9 G, B2 ]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.

  A) @# c0 P" z! W6 b41.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.

3 N' l' r  m5 |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，
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.
! k6 E. ]# H! E) v; BI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

2 H1 ?; {& g9 p- c% q' i9 y/ |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.
1 K5 I# V* I2 Q4 b: i" BI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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9 Z7 k* ^" A. V6 M44.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.
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7 I, h2 _2 e+ q( u+ v) B8 B, e2 u45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
( q; e9 w" G. G) [+ O; b# U" GSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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46.大的不怕与小的同游。
9 N0 J" }1 B  e居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
The 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。
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。
6 N# ]; W5 t4 K; _1 K9 q2 `& wWhen 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
! @8 U+ y, d$ F1 X( f: K6 tchildren, 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。
. m- p+ K) ]8 E0 rThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

2 ~2 \7 Q8 P9 c9 i- Q5 @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,
: Q2 x" z/ b) j) F: U$ JI can see your face and know you as bliss.

( J4 m5 J0 T/ ~( _* 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。
3 p1 a: F2 b% v% lThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
6 |4 w# O6 |# [$ Tfirefly 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。
, `4 ^8 J2 r, X1 fIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
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7 a  ]8 c( x  v% r( |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。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
. [) v# U% i- Z7 |6 w+ k. {) }0 i* zThe 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。
( v! {7 V* [0 OThe 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？
) V: J( f& K6 @7 T, [( a0 j  yThat 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?

; v4 x; `2 _2 s/ m3 x; u. i6 X2 x% Y9 I59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
- o" Q) G2 S; t/ o1 xThought 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
“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
' }) T4 F" X% N3 c* G5 G9 d/ 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