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
  F/ \7 `) X5 k& F5 n* T( f各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
2 h/ r: b" p; uWhen 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。
1 [# P0 m8 N: \2 uLet 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。
: f8 ^" ?* f2 {' P% _Woman, 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。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
# p- M# S  R2 X1 ?* \0 MOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
( S, f; ^: R  R7 u4 w% G: cIt 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。
) q# T. d7 k; M+ u% H: w0 i把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
3 @+ [/ F8 w& }+ ^8 jThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
: }6 t# [8 j* q+ ~5 R& Q* ]Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

, f: p& P% g$ V& W+ Z& J0 U; D9 n: o36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
% ]$ C0 s9 D8 c8 K+ iI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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* }6 S& o# R- q7 ]4 [% v% I37.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.

. Y: c) h8 J: M38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
6 }% l* v: H) g$ R5 \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。
- N" q1 X; ^; }5 A/ s, V! AThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
4 M1 ?# V0 F4 p3 [: V& g' WCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

1 `, j8 @8 ]3 c% i: E; J2 K40.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。
1 W  L/ K% r: I+ {+ H' ?7 B* V. aGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

- B, R# v! r# ?% l# W+ o& H$ N42.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，
, e$ S) M! I) f7 z) ~2 |6 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.
8 h: Q5 P+ y1 T9 X3 s( FI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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, E2 x4 U4 \; G. Y! x9 [. ^43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
( E- I5 j$ n  L" `: L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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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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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.

& u; r5 L- q: O46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
! {2 c8 _; C/ _0 w  J: RThe 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。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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: d; ?) F$ L/ R2 e& D1 G/ P0 I48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
! ^7 X6 O- _" }$ I5 {Power 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。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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* D* Q' d4 H# N3 @8 x" Z50.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
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
& J& N* }5 o  j% GThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

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,
: \3 R  r+ @& l5 F1 b0 u1 I3 `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。”
天上的星不回答它。
* Q7 @) ], ^9 k& ^The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

2 Z4 i. R! A% n7 j- w% u54.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。
7 j* t& D7 s+ f* F4 {7 rIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
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. }8 z8 W8 g* s! T; H) S55.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。
0 Q% L6 B9 O& l& eThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
0 u- Q& m9 `  [  O# q- hI hear the voice of their wings.

56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
  z7 T) P/ K4 ^The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
" n3 H7 s! x* O3 P3 qThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

# q. w1 C! V. y' l58.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？
/ W) K# j% V' f/ d( i6 uThat 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。
3 ^$ W$ h9 B- [" S' NThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

! ?- p1 z+ q) G* q# ?, n. y60.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
% ^2 j* z" w' d' j. y“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
0 B! n8 p% o1 R- j0 y4 j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