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
各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
% w  Y9 ~0 s7 H2 Y( ^$ d( YWhen 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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2 B& R9 S$ H& H* }: G" A2 y33.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.

( @$ E9 w6 [7 V- D34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
3 p! W+ N# r$ E/ R6 ^* Z它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
' f. x4 B0 W0 J+ c% ]8 \' kOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
. u5 ~7 e/ n$ ~* {8 p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.
) e' l3 M  b5 F! J+ w, t9 SSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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6 a0 q, V9 k& d0 t3 `* I9 [& P36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
/ i* E0 i. N5 d+ ?8 |# B( @I have my stars in the sky.
: G3 e9 m+ ^9 l0 i9 K+ u% [# HBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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1 u7 k% l9 p  {2 |( U37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
) L+ S! Q6 O' ~' ]The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
9 x. E* h4 X) q/ CWash thy soul with silence.
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* N" O3 q0 t& I0 @38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
) O1 O  y2 }' }8 G. C- d0 KGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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( E: g6 m) P9 \5 l5 M39.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。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

: P1 z7 W! y( ]5 T$ p4 g# s" J40.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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7 y0 v; n& A% S- X* d41.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。
; n, _: \% R% F# q0 d5 [2 z- _God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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& y, [. q7 M2 x42.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。
% z) J" U! I: f2 T2 l! ]0 r4 a" ]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! }0 U. v7 P4 Y8 m+ f. h43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
: L9 ?# j8 k4 Q2 b' i5 ~瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
. D  U. s" A- i  }8 K% UWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
% \1 V8 s7 Q3 A9 D- Y' K( qI 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.

45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
2 i8 g( `$ W. ~. G0 n  TSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
) ^8 z+ m0 i' D/ n4 |$ X居中的却远而避之。
1 i# D% ~# m( P' h; C9 P% mThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

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。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

$ L7 b) c3 j6 h6 Y  C& ?3 `2 |- K" w49.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。
1 y/ I" ^& ~! w5 XWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

& `, j: P* i5 ~: g- D8 A50.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.
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' Y7 T1 \( x& ~: L$ i9 U$ s51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
/ g$ ]1 ]$ K& y2 YThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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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。
  R' t4 w8 s4 {- m5 \Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.

+ i0 V0 t* H, d, `  ]) T% c+ P; n53.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
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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0 d$ h9 H3 g& d& M3 \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。
( F% h+ }# e/ Z8 o8 [! ?In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
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  i1 x: h% X# t/ {5 W55.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。
# |' j: A  c3 R$ sThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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9 ?) E( `4 S* n, h( B7 L+ L$ Y56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
/ e: S% Y; _9 o0 A1 ~5 g) jThe 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。
6 e0 E. {4 c1 \The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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" ~; [: L0 O) c' a+ D58.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& w! e' o2 B3 W: cThat 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 @4 f( U: F; G& Y" u$ o5 aThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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) e" I& ]2 a9 e% k0 p60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
6 W; I( `: x4 U: z+ o6 NI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
) O+ D0 E1 T) k4 }* Ffilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
" D- V) n+ F& B! D" p, b“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
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