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
+ ^( p5 V( ?+ q各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
, G# K; m& D$ q+ sWhen 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。
3 W0 F# e. u. S1 Z  oLet 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。
+ O  y  @. g& H- W( O) {: PWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
8 L- M* l# s) J它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
* m$ J- m* C" X1 p% VOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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$ n2 |) P8 |0 \35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
, I2 N: D$ a% }! w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.
% l  L; @' C* j/ ?, b+ ySave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
% R6 b5 M" [8 ]; x5 B( G! @% q但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
3 t' i( Z- P/ x/ f4 {8 q9 ?I have my stars in the sky.
) X1 ]  N3 `+ J" P8 r! G; ]But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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5 U) y9 Y$ `$ V* A0 W37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
9 D; }; b5 }6 aThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
& k9 Y! R% b  ?2 SWash 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。
5 r5 s; j7 i/ U9 n( U0 W) HGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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" s% M9 |% ]5 C" T7 I* C  M39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
3 d3 g0 }8 A! e0 I9 A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.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

+ [/ _. I0 Z) j$ n40.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.

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。
: L) q7 J- Y. @God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

& o! }! ?0 ^1 q' k. y" J( K" }) l42.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，
0 p4 O2 D3 L( j8 {" |. T" R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.
I 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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4 C* I. l' \. n; b) O' `, d" _8 A4 Y44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
. F4 }+ ~, g* V3 r$ |0 K. `/ GBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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) I: [* Q+ X* A( K  Q45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
5 U2 J8 u* K# @4 mSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

( N, c# Y, [, F  e! b. r46.大的不怕与小的同游。
& I4 R! O: |# n- c居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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) i0 z4 k1 i$ j/ B8 d47.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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7 R+ t/ {* {5 q' d3 G8 z48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

+ c4 V/ p1 P. F2 {7 c4 N" r9 `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.

2 g3 V+ b3 w4 x* C& x% }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。”
; E$ T' k$ \- ?5 B" C3 mThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
- F4 p  S" \5 q8 d( H, G: ychildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

4 ]" |2 v! I: U51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
+ q  I. S3 ?  k! p1 W& W6 |: \The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

& d3 ^  s7 @  t0 R# ]! {3 W52.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,
# [% x0 O2 z( K3 o7 K. DI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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8 g1 u4 @6 o' ^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。
  z( ?* q. g1 T8 y  T- o4 _The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
8 ?$ e& U# A; j: z" s0 jfirefly 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。
) G* P+ p& m# wIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
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) n8 T9 Y: z4 F4 S# C  [0 g1 O55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
6 e% a5 S' @' r: s1 c1 p* F我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
- P( j; c# E5 `$ D. r1 AThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
# S$ B8 v* O4 ?- p, K) \I hear the voice of their wings.

  _5 F5 W3 T, M1 l5 T( N56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
6 W3 I1 Z0 Y, qThe 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
$ b" S" K8 |" E# @: sin songs.
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! c7 F" c. h/ e. w7 n1 q. T3 ]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?

# A$ A: z4 P5 V5 |- }& m1 z/ {7 \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.

60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
$ U* M) t* b7 Z8 fI 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
( l2 Y( ^5 A9 C“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
# {( d. V+ Y/ i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