泰戈尔诗7

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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
4 k1 [  H) U; _, R各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
1 E9 m5 R" Z& L1 wWhen 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.

5 [3 d9 {' g/ r# L% H32.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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8 R/ T  J# M; q6 g1 q& v( B33.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。
( A$ d- g4 G9 c1 w( [% OWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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0 I9 X7 I7 p7 e6 T- h* p34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
( @. d- \. Y' POne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
/ _# N) G7 X  H6 BIt 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。
, e% n( v2 ~6 u& |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.
. _- q/ X3 t: X- XSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

) H2 u  R- |: t; r+ J36.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.
* F6 e/ h+ z, U( F3 v7 }But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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9 H1 k/ n4 {* |. X+ P, w# D37.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.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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1 z6 A2 P) z; c* |7 m! }# w38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
; d6 F# ~) ?! x* @5 YGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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. Z. o0 y, Q, ?( g! \39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
+ @+ K8 D# d) |7 j/ @出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
- I% _8 G  Z% AThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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7 i' c! C# i2 C. g8 l" 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.
: v! K# D( }7 w/ |% qMy 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。
  C9 l; r* o: j& M7 dGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

& c% j5 ?7 \3 ^/ K# I5 r42.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。
5 Z! k, M* M, O4 j; H" ~This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
4 @, w8 V+ M- H: b4 d) lI 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？”
5 U, M" n' ~, X$ X瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
3 c' p% A6 h6 m/ C0 o7 QWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
! k$ y  ?" v8 LI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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. z6 J/ D, J- O5 _9 g44.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.

; ^- E, k- e. ~" _0 I46.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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47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
0 }7 Y6 I# \" n4 L+ [4 gThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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) o/ s7 ~7 K$ W+ q5 j48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
+ E9 @  b9 D* `+ q, S7 s- cPower 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。
2 q+ f/ Y# s7 b7 BWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

& U  i2 w# r6 x% ^' _+ f) \7 ~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。”
6 K; w+ y* g3 P, i- t% eThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
! Q7 k. A/ D' J% g- k& y0 x0 [) f, G  Echildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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: `3 l+ `; |% c3 ?4 |51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
2 d& t- ]8 c7 gThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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6 a0 G% g7 P9 X2 ?+ T52.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。
7 ?) s; e/ U* g  f" d# eLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
: X: Z  f& ?; a7 J' iI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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2 K" Z$ q: x4 _- C* f5 L8 _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
1 [( _3 n2 `- y- p% C& b8 gfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

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
$ \% |7 ?' b: I3 Ithe nest of my silence.
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) f8 B0 z6 q8 M8 C- o+ ~55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
; M. Q$ U- X9 q我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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/ o& Q; F- x4 x0 c" H% t& g" t  ~; D56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
/ v% y8 \) R' J6 R6 N9 D% v2 n- \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。
( y7 G4 S1 C3 q% h: ~The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

7 M9 M' w9 g7 C. X7 W% `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？
' f  [/ O0 ~% M- ?- j4 k4 Y* pThat 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。
8 T* v. |! Y: aThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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; ^$ a& C* f, I' O  b$ }$ f; S$ g60.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
filled with love.

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
* u  d' ~4 m! N" T9 o5 C5 [2 J/ d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