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
7 Z( x/ r/ T6 v5 W4 A各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
" \6 h5 Y6 h% B" w- r9 |4 [' T7 BWhen 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.

3 k4 l+ [0 t6 r5 Q) I32.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.

0 K& J  p+ m8 ?/ ?34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
! T$ T' ]. i$ m它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
, M* e0 q) ~  A1 G  JOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
& O5 }, ]9 m5 K, JIt 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.
4 K0 Z8 l0 k0 c/ |. O$ N9 R( ESave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
& H+ Q2 ~0 `; a6 V1 jI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.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.
8 ]" T6 T  B$ z. N. Z+ ]/ SWash 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。
9 o+ X4 \/ @! b9 s0 L1 j1 y7 {Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
  [0 W9 W( A3 h- S" i  N* V6 g出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
( K' T3 Z/ I6 wThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
$ W6 L( m7 o1 _  |* V3 R7 y' h7 [# q( LCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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/ |# ~+ ~/ ]5 c4 d- o40.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.
( J' T$ h* ^$ t6 l3 zMy 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.

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。
% E* Z$ ?3 }( Y! lGod'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，
+ ^% T0 _! ^$ [1 a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.
7 [' O. N7 x4 S) D" [, P1 rI 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？”
# n  l1 G1 E( Y# z* A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.

44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
" J- M* l4 A) P1 W0 IBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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: b8 `! U. q0 m1 t1 _. @45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
5 U% B) n8 f$ F: ?8 }; k2 q/ {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。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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0 X! n/ }7 i, p9 ]: |47.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.
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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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6 m' D6 S1 \: z1 N& \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.

+ r5 M% K3 M. @% h& f* u- K7 I50.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
# u: y' z+ h! U& ochildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

  [# H  N) S- ~/ E5 _51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
+ I; j2 c1 O4 a. T8 zThe 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。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

1 s$ c! C7 i- x$ x$ P53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
5 U2 q8 m6 u" l% C* K4 E天上的星不回答它。
' r: d( h9 I2 V' s3 hThe 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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! X# [2 R& A6 X54.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。
* U  b% x' Z: b1 t$ X7 uIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.

( J: Q7 w! ^% l3 M6 K' }! N, d55.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。
' q, D7 {2 p/ U* |4 ZThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
% u9 X8 n/ J' eI 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.

+ R: ~3 }3 g  U  T8 J, S" N57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
7 k# _# R" s  z% \# }The 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?

59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
3 V1 M; R4 P% a/ n" {: C0 g7 B9 WThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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' ~( I. q1 Y3 y, S8 D% R$ G0 N' r60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
- {2 r" Y- X/ l9 A9 f, k# yI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
" M$ o$ E* [% y# Kfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
* x7 T/ w! O: s; J“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
$ r( c) P6 b8 _8 }$ k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