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
" K8 g5 d! H! y$ Q0 w各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
5 ^% h) O9 {5 n( a! o$ d/ w: q* S, k8 vWhen 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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4 \6 P* D5 O  m8 \4 ~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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% W8 T, `/ o- \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。
1 H& {$ h3 e2 [, x* F: g' _* JWoman, 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。　　　　
0 j, B- ?: \1 M6 e5 t% b& Y) C它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

0 \$ H+ ]" M5 `8 h, v& u/ ?35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
! V5 I1 ^5 F4 q2 D6 k2 v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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- i. J2 e1 O$ [9 N5 Q) l+ A3 P6 K  G36.我有群星在天上，
8 U" X. u) [3 ^8 A但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
/ [3 P5 O! y1 p+ m. v8 vBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
) C( B( N" g( O6 d; T, F用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
, w) |: M1 t, z8 pWash thy soul with silence.

! R* U# K$ f; z) h38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
1 ?6 V( i% B( s! V' o2 IGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

1 J! V1 a4 A/ x1 s5 Y6 W6 l39.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。
& c: @; v" D: }& V" ^' r& {* yThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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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.
/ N, o, L% K! Q( D  @) x9 K6 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.
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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。
$ D4 X) y. y  V* [1 [9 ^9 A& rGod'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，
/ ^" U8 Z& d3 h( D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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% N& W0 g* s3 E: J9 v9 j% _* i43.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。”
1 v( w- o' @" b0 g$ L2 EWho 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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: M4 c, @. P& ]' G44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
' h! }- F, G/ J. m- CBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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* i/ u$ z  D7 y# m45.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.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
9 o. o7 u/ ?8 C1 m6 c# Y居中的却远而避之。
, e; L, H  ^& r8 n7 ], {The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

& K7 X; }# ]& T$ g6 i47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
% ^% d) G# n! R: pThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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7 S: I/ `9 u/ a: b& Y* T/ s+ q48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
  J" d5 S& Z; ^+ M0 |Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

5 v" \) v1 b) d0 [9 O9 M49.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.

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
" l" B2 c1 G6 d6 ]children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
* i8 }2 h2 }. Q6 @! l0 ]The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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; k- q- w, k* G( \, A: @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.
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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。”
9 J5 @! Y4 V6 a( b6 W6 o天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
5 ]% f* F( _7 I; ?( t# R. ?) E( u4 n1 Ufirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

) X5 e9 x7 I# H" A. [# \" ~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.
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55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
# R. R3 b7 M( @! P我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
9 {8 x4 Z' U+ g9 d, h. R( GThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
( U+ |2 L6 s( Z0 Q5 P4 R0 C* ?/ |I hear the voice of their wings.
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' I; G+ t8 t5 }: ?: m56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
4 ?1 b: |/ f" p+ V' ^: xThe 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。
% B. d8 p0 k9 p, O7 Q! [. YThe 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？
- m9 {+ b2 Z+ m- v; ?, n% ?6 DThat 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?

: ^3 X8 Q- |1 Y0 H* x3 i/ i& h6 U59.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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: u1 p  ?9 r7 I% m5 ~+ ]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
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
7 j1 ]" _* N( t5 w$ s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