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. X5 s" Y+ \7 {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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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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6 A0 b6 v" a7 l; F33.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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4 W9 B% z7 y" V2 k2 r3 r0 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。”
/ h: ?# d7 v2 M/ ^, _6 l" f# F; DOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
: ^2 n2 b' v' }# v' xIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

, X4 C5 f$ l4 s6 J" i6 C) f' r5 [; {& C35.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.
: O7 q. ?: D3 j0 @Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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" j! o, o" O2 c" Q$ q- Y36.我有群星在天上，
4 ?. u7 M. }: j0 I5 }/ Q9 s. o但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
! V1 W4 n' P/ v' b6 bI have my stars in the sky.
4 e" T8 O- N& WBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
6 Q9 B9 _  p8 N8 J- o# t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.
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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.

' }( ^9 A: g6 B  z- k' c39.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。
4 U0 Y. r$ l4 _" A# iThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
) P9 [3 X/ G5 s4 F5 dCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

* z+ b8 |4 e2 ~( J. d0 I40.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.
2 [; J, Z- Q7 U2 S; @7 WMy 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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; y2 i/ _1 H5 r% {; ~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。
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

& u( W* }) e, b( C1 A, {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。
, c0 \1 s* b' M& G" pThis 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？”
瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
! n& R, F0 Q/ |$ W; B+ ^: P5 LWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
: m9 S3 ]2 ]& f0 l, TI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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$ @) T# }7 a1 z: t44.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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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.

( r5 m% q* r, `46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
7 `7 \+ ^6 F$ o: T% cThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

1 ~6 b5 k; `" j( F1 V  A47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
3 ?, h2 f; A6 B9 j; XThe 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。
5 R* o) g5 I( @0 y6 ?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.
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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。”
( v$ n: q/ y; h. Y/ T% WThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
8 z4 {! u9 @  h" `$ Echildren, 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。
7 v% ~* Q0 @& Q, G% P: T2 pThe 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,
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。
) M& H0 \' w  \) W( w, E2 S5 vThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
) j  O/ }) ]' L/ g0 X$ ]% R6 s% Lfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

! u( ]- X: [6 J7 ]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
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$ b3 \1 v( `! C" c55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
$ p# x1 l( S7 ^1 ^9 P* K我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
" F$ S& D  x" ~: w- yThoughts 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。
+ L+ X2 n% v7 Z! |The 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。
0 }  X5 M7 Q, m* N# r* RThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.
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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？
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?

+ ~0 t( R% t* s" o, Y9 M2 f' G59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
1 e# o! z- C7 |) aThought 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
; B# Z6 e. [; A“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