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
: k" @% _! \# x6 J8 }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.
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+ ^+ d/ ]; M+ X8 ]2 N: O/ ~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.

0 m) F+ M  [' f6 `5 u  l$ x% R33.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。
2 Y. j0 E" N" `' y  q* QWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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$ K6 U1 K* i7 c- ^, E  U- o34.一个忧郁的声音，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.
: M' F( E' P. G2 A( `' {8 W+ [' 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。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
2 N- Z& g. Z7 d% v; ?The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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" y4 [8 D8 e  f- r4 \9 X, `( m36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
1 \1 A$ U- `' s, }" G  X0 GBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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+ Q5 s* J  ^6 G. H5 j4 r37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
3 @* y- N% v6 |* @# W: z& ^用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
% B4 o9 [5 b/ }5 o+ _, H& l/ s# [The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.

5 L. [  t5 b! \' P4 c38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
8 W. u8 N  I/ h8 x6 lGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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# t; O7 N7 q8 X) p' d4 J# s) Z. f39.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。
; r5 v4 f8 L, c, Z( W; IThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
6 v  q% ]( t% |( b( @( {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.
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.
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4 I5 G- F3 S( c! n, V41.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。
. J3 Q6 e3 l) b; d$ s+ t' ?God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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1 M7 e# C1 Z' M+ Q0 W42.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。
$ I" M' Q0 x9 _% p4 Q7 CThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
! O: q+ t2 L/ D: h! PI 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？”
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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0 m9 f: I; K4 Q) T! k/ ^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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$ a3 ^8 b# G- y5 X+ q, e5 P; b45.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。
居中的却远而避之。
, D: {* M8 x) d; rThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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6 O. Z' M7 o6 R47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
3 j0 P- @3 q; F' ]The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

3 _8 a& D, X; q- X: h48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
0 E& p3 B/ h5 M& nPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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, \( ?' k; a* E- w. {/ q49.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。
' O0 \2 \5 {$ w) dWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

( r$ b5 Q: a! A" m- z  D50.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。”
; d9 L0 t9 U/ l% R; q8 |# V7 nThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
6 I$ U% n: e9 Z2 D$ O* Gchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

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。
/ ?  g7 w  c' u" ]2 R5 e7 X3 xLove! 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。”
天上的星不回答它。
! T* Q$ c: }) Z' M% U; y7 `8 rThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
6 h. ]9 h0 [7 Z4 B- rfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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, s8 d9 U# _8 G0 B54.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
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; i, ?& j. f" J55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
+ z; Q1 H% _* k) r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.

. g- x* F9 {- ?* ]8 U56.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.

2 b4 ^5 O' r/ \- _5 a57.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？
1 q6 Y6 \. s, y/ g. 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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59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
) q! B5 F4 `2 e6 d5 z$ f" P, `Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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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
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