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
各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
% c. f" A; Y6 h* B4 A2 ~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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0 {2 |: z+ M; N3 t* a( N, b& }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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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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$ \+ u; c- R$ N1 t3 K' N34.一个忧郁的声音，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.
- C. `  h  d* V2 z# YIt 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。
) @% X" J  n+ G. K" M把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
* ?0 N) C* W9 W5 _The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
, g: ^; [: v1 X$ U/ R* `( RSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

9 f5 t  K+ ^% _9 c- _36.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.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
: |: F6 z; p1 s8 R3 QThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
$ R. V) E' i- d! e" TWash thy soul with silence.
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/ T. R9 F9 u0 v38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
5 d; J+ e3 m$ q/ y/ Y9 Q) g0 n7 i+ lGaps 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。
/ Y! L: A; S5 L) M+ o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.
3 I. D9 K$ ~, Z2 ^! xCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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5 }% J: X* i2 g6 d, Z" C40.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.

  c$ g9 L3 ?2 _9 D6 h41.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.
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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，
3 j7 F7 x4 D3 a% o. R9 [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.
' a; k7 _# P4 T3 K5 j4 SI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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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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44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
9 I7 L5 V& y' EBy 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.
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) O# L7 l; k0 Y* C' G3 ~, j46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
: d; i5 E* o) |! H7 t0 FThe 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。
5 G: v( D& }( o* S, l3 C* I3 {0 vThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

" `3 p, ~) W& }- d48.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。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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; L% |/ V4 }; ~' b9 Z1 s1 m" l50.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
$ h8 S8 w9 S" Nchildren, 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。
! |3 U" y4 J' p, `+ KThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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8 g* v2 P5 J4 ]9 y52.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。
; T8 D) o4 y0 MLove! 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。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
4 _4 V4 f2 z7 ~8 E8 mfirefly 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。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
/ Z* ?6 Z; h) r; a0 z& Kthe nest of my silence.
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% X. L" j6 b$ m/ Y# @2 Z8 i55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
7 K* l5 |: T1 r, d* i我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
# d4 H$ D, @2 c' m% k: V# L- `Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

2 M' Z- d, b5 v' d8 A- F& D  u56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
) ?2 ~* j, F. SThe 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。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
$ \( Y; I; i! min songs.
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& @- [( s, a0 P58.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?

! M1 U8 T: z" l: r4 k' c  r59.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.

) C, ^7 v/ R' u5 ]$ e( ^8 y60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
. W) `# c& d: w# F' d, g% o3 jI 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
0 A" J# e; c- D4 P* z“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