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
* O$ E4 U$ H3 t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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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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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。”
+ @+ M0 ?, N) S8 i2 f1 y/ t+ j# ]One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
4 d' |( w, {; B& E* CIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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/ ~0 k( H$ Q7 [$ X2 [- v) {4 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。
* C- F! P6 t/ @! l5 \The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
# ~9 `  ^0 u5 L! ?Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

. q" o/ _- ~& ^0 q: c36.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.
6 Z( K$ Z* R- ?! W2 jBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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  l5 B+ P/ s7 ?. N8 z- A+ W37.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.
/ @* J) z5 e: K% IWash 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。
7 J$ {5 U( I% H$ a1 \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。
出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
1 I9 P1 c, l; X# p' d% ZThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
7 p; l$ b4 _, v6 g  p9 G8 p" YCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

& g! m, e6 S) D8 Q, H$ g4 f6 F40.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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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。
$ N6 O  Y6 C( h8 S. `God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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: k: |. n0 a# T( D% l) G: y# b7 P42.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。
: c3 I- Q0 l. O4 w! ?5 ]) ~1 vThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
5 ?8 K( j' c# f( W0 n3 ]I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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% y  C& t+ D4 I7 g) N4 S+ n43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
& {) F9 h, I0 P7 P* v+ N0 u- O瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
- F. i7 d8 e; y$ I, WWho 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。
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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' Z2 r% L/ N4 r1 v3 M4 r: {! n45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
# v  ~+ b# M4 A1 O" aSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

& c8 Q, K5 S8 ?8 H! A. A$ l! t46.大的不怕与小的同游。
) Z/ I2 a! r. t5 o) M居中的却远而避之。
2 b3 J6 R2 p  @* F4 ]The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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+ E9 R. ^/ z& X0 y, ~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。
5 {* s4 b/ Y! K9 i# gPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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# w5 }1 g7 A- z& n4 R# L+ v0 \6 K49.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。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
' D- G4 l: f1 j6 Q) t$ kchildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

4 ?% I# Z# c+ x5 S2 k8 V1 q51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
1 ], I, B4 x; r# C4 e  K# HThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

' M% v* |0 t/ o, K9 n8 ?, h52.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,
( o- K$ ?* U+ N+ VI 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。”
3 C: f- F3 q5 D8 {# K% W# e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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' s! a$ K( [+ B# b7 w2 S; O7 v  O7 I' K54.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。
% I1 d) p& B/ D& ?: V$ a, zIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
& z) C) Z& {/ Y0 t& W: Sthe nest of my silence.
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55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
* Y4 x( `1 E* m* \! \7 u" R我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
1 H6 v5 o# t" O! E$ U( _( rThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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5 N+ [; H* k& I56.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.

! k3 K: r- i- s. Y8 B( f+ |! ?8 E. S! w57.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.

: @* C4 k4 e8 J8 H58.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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59.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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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
1 c2 [0 f3 r4 z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