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
# [5 ?% v- Y* w: Q* d各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
+ @3 H8 W. p9 ~4 c& i0 n( KWhen 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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% y0 F) Y' h0 U3 s. \5 b32.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。
8 ~% F, a9 V0 Z0 c( CLet 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。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
% h' l0 I8 R  ], Z8 ?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。
& z- I4 c+ K) \: _把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
' @+ d. m3 ~9 M' g6 C4 m) u3 cThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
1 n; r  k9 _" X: ~* J' G8 SSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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9 [/ F: Y/ A3 l% B1 [36.我有群星在天上，
: y, \9 u7 d' Y6 o9 V; K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.

6 w* ?& ]6 ~/ L37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
+ g5 t' R3 u9 h) m  VThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
6 G+ W! O+ I, M; ~Wash 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。
1 \* T2 P  A4 C; W( T4 IGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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+ q' o2 @# [/ Z2 M2 Q* m39.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。
5 S! ?7 ^' X3 K% g6 MThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come 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.
4 C6 L' p1 Z$ CMy 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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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 C$ B) z3 K* `" B. s( ^5 RGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

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，
! I6 {& a9 Q4 O  x/ i9 \' ?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.
I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
, m: ?. u2 T4 |. d& E* e瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
9 {9 T- X- |( G# }$ V" mWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

44.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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4 \' L# Q6 [' U- z  b7 A45.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。
' |. L& h9 ?. t. j7 Z5 p居中的却远而避之。
3 U1 P2 W, _- D  U, UThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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; {! K9 f: X/ W1 \47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
1 q' e+ m, H7 Y1 EThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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& c7 L; o3 e1 Q48.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。
+ c/ J8 B. m9 T& xWhen 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。”
/ q8 K9 }# W# e; f+ ]# sThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

: r6 d6 e$ [2 m$ ^51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
1 x* H3 E. v+ F% R4 s" N) @* K) dThe 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。
& g8 X# J+ a& n4 I+ w3 c0 ^Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

  c3 S1 @; R6 {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。”
天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
8 P% Z* H. t! r# |, A- x! pfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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) g1 }; y; z6 |- b, V2 y3 f54.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。
: N; D$ k" S4 G1 A  G) E: M- nIn 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。
: W- H: n0 M0 [. s  _) z! ?我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
8 Z6 Y+ w: Y# b+ ]' bThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
% T" r$ k( y, \4 R, p3 KI hear the voice of their wings.
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7 B6 ~2 Z7 {8 |$ _* R- _' w56.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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; p2 Q' o+ e4 |% r  S4 m57.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
in songs.

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？
- d# S4 W4 t* b0 Q$ vThat 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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- x6 G4 j! ~! H! C2 {5 Z; _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.

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
6 I0 Q9 _& g& |" d2 i, c“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
6 q" B2 x$ m+ Z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