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。
3 n3 p$ Z) u7 f  jWhen 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.

0 m9 h1 P/ ~3 B( 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。
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。　　　　
1 u  i4 b" h" A- n它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
4 q' S- u) d1 I+ h" m8 w' N3 e( o5 PIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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. k3 o- n; u0 l) a2 y  x4 g- b35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
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.
7 r) ]6 S7 p" S# X5 nSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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/ [& j6 i& b) p8 U36.我有群星在天上，
6 J$ ?6 g1 W$ r- n) I# W7 J. K2 }7 t* b但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
/ g' c+ x/ t, b0 x9 m/ z& P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.

1 J$ P! M+ V9 m38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
" r! i4 Q) w3 mGaps 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。
3 t- K" J0 K5 ^) a6 a, e* W  NThe 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.
- l3 O! e( G$ y2 bMy 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.

0 v' [4 F- {5 a0 P5 u41.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。
God'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，
3 X7 m7 W. y# J" r- I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.
2 ~5 ]* ^% T) @& ~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？”
# E/ B/ `/ N  x! G瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
4 \( X* J5 ]$ G2 G& e0 `Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
, U- j' p( K# H" F  Q, ]I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

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.

& P8 Y8 X+ l& a45.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.

0 ?5 q- O* O# y( u! r0 T0 Q46.大的不怕与小的同游。
" }$ `6 H' C" U# P% L5 e4 w居中的却远而避之。
# Q) R! x3 S! e# m. ]% zThe 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。
8 n5 {( g8 @# p8 K7 U# ?) IThe 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。
2 I9 w) o) v' J% d2 TPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

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。
* K' G1 b$ T$ b* g) @! LWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

! N# T5 i% w! @9 R% l. d6 k50.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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' G+ f& a  m6 O8 R" I' Y+ m51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
- t/ |) M7 x( V6 w( iThe 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,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.
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. l: X" W9 C7 v  H% P$ G0 Z/ z53.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
6 k5 F; u% \8 ?8 O9 w5 ~/ @, Sfirefly 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。
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。
6 p+ }- ~/ I. o9 l8 O我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
0 L' F- @$ M% a8 i/ BI hear the voice of their wings.
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56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
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。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.
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  K  ~+ T3 j' y+ t6 o0 Q58.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?
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5 C! x: e- C( v* s4 m  c$ D: Y: d59.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。
1 A& d9 y3 ~( q% jI 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
5 S+ ^8 ^1 f* g/ `' W, J“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
5 A; P& V/ ~6 {& O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