泰戈尔诗7

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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
! ~. \- c, y" d' ]1 j4 ~- o3 j各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
, ~$ d5 c  R9 d  K# OWhen 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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0 }) r' I% ]/ S% T; \9 ^1 W# S32.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。
7 j% w" ]4 N% l; wLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

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。
& q4 @' p0 B5 Q5 v; iWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

! i3 k* q8 W4 ?/ J+ ]1 f0 Y34.一个忧郁的声音，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.
) q' Z) u/ _3 D5 }: @; E4 q  l0 `% `* C( ~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。
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
( N# q: c- f, ], XSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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3 H" L( g5 V0 Q7 M7 J36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
# s3 m1 L9 e% nI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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$ b& Y' m* `  Q9 f37.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.
  K& \! h2 F! {5 j3 E5 R, NWash thy soul with silence.

5 ^' o+ P- z) f; O  I& D38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
9 d; s, E, B0 M) O9 CGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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0 W! t  z' [- q/ B) [( i& I. H39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
4 o6 T0 }9 Q) Y. J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.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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" k4 `, k1 }9 g40.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.

& T1 c* W4 \! e41.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.

4 |. E) N$ |% J: D3 O( L42.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，
" l5 {! O. r( |  \我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
9 w7 K. @1 x5 q6 T/ I: TThis 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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9 B! q0 B4 ?1 w) v2 [9 k43.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。”
  h: M. ]5 n# q% b+ oWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
8 O5 b4 P* A/ f7 LI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

% S3 q( b7 N/ }8 |44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
- k) p" j4 O3 |" D( e+ ~$ F3 R0 j6 {& MBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

* \* t' t! A) @( F/ I/ q$ e" `+ ]" u, |45.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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46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
% k# Y% O  R" P, N4 PThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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' h! ?, N. ~7 \6 Z+ u3 }4 I$ L47.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.

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.
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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
9 z( c  h  h; q0 Achildren, 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。
% [0 w/ l2 i5 q+ O* [+ ZThe 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。
1 G6 O3 r2 K+ ]; FLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
0 P+ w  r4 X" G' O) t6 WI can see your face and know you as bliss.

: u# N/ A' K3 g9 Q( h53.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。
5 }, N' X" o. f  y# l1 r* Y$ _The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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* r; w5 t% r% N. T; |+ x; H: W54.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。
+ ]! b6 U5 y+ `  FIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
( U& j2 }, W, {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。
我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
$ A# _( [8 ~% {9 dThoughts 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。
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

' s! U! r8 N( O0 p- c: I$ ~57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
' T7 m- l5 Z. Z& l2 y. dThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

$ D8 i# u" h) f* ~* S58.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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) }% M2 O0 C$ ?, ^59.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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* i5 I* o. [# l' ]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
& @2 m1 G2 z' @" e! f+ B, W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