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
' S) Y0 p- P3 |( T3 R各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
$ U3 b7 d' m4 Y# x. j+ }+ @+ S' N( q, YWhen 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.

8 Y. K" k# `; x9 `" [& X* u, E32.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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% Y) l& R& n, Q3 [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。”
- W/ l' a/ b: JOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
* ^, W+ U. Q) z) j1 e  c/ AIt 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。
7 o" @1 x* T9 j* I/ w* \) R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.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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- J; `7 Z1 f% h1 @  A" i36.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.
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# ~1 \3 g5 D. O; F" L37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
2 z/ S$ ]9 k3 }- y用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
8 i' R5 l9 V* ?* B6 S5 bWash thy soul with silence.

38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
+ x6 U: L% B1 D1 N1 J) x- r) qGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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1 L* k' C' F" {+ {: y! P39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
1 |" b# z0 m( ?( t. m出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
/ O) s  I9 v; WThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
+ t! c: ^& ?: Q& wCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

4 b  O* v5 y; N2 y; r0 ~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.

* K; V' {2 L# s5 z41.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，
. P: A9 j% K2 w! x; H1 ]我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
$ @, B; o9 s* L7 U$ qThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
* S1 ?! k$ q- R( qI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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$ r- V. N% y. o) n43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
- U9 }4 ?1 L+ k+ m瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
) s2 X- A7 @. ]- ^/ BWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
" `, {3 ~8 s& [/ t) Z2 A" B  v& EI 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.

45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
- X5 v0 g5 w! v1 c3 x7 B0 y/ XSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
# ?0 o2 h4 u5 ~( u6 J) i" r8 j居中的却远而避之。
3 w# O5 M7 G2 `, a' I2 CThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

3 S6 o3 k- ]8 e/ }" X0 }47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
8 w# b4 J7 p4 CThe 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.

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。”
: q, R& Z8 H( O: c# gThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
, `9 y/ G% P/ q+ Ichildren, 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.
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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。
" u& j* J8 L( @& o. r9 bLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
! w- P/ H2 V  }' @  L3 m( |9 fI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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9 u; q! F4 B. E. U0 i. U8 @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
firefly 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
the nest of my silence.

7 O" O3 E$ i# l" H4 N7 ?( ]; p55.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。
9 ^/ @. o$ _% x- T1 A( dThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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* s6 `+ G7 Q$ m1 D56.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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$ P* ?% j! W$ u# h  z57.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
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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?
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! S. t6 [% m) ^/ F59.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.
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* D8 D* j' ^7 m& `* B5 K60.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
" T4 v3 y' l! f* |$ }filled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
! i. o& R) g2 R; a, l) j2 W5 |" ^& g1 E“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
% }7 I* {' f7 a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