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。
! M" g4 X4 e% x1 v1 {When 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.

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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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。
* @  Y" V" I/ f& z1 n; |2 VWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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, N1 z3 S- V, _" W0 s9 |3 b2 ?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。”
One 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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6 [$ j) z& j& i. J6 u" f+ D% \" w35.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。
; c. U, g' e3 ~) ?# ^/ q2 m" eThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

. r1 _- n6 T. o36.我有群星在天上，
% J) O( p; u6 R但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
4 Y5 Y/ a, g9 t: _7 sI have my stars in the sky.
1 ?; i1 Q% M# ~; p/ ^6 x6 jBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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: [& w4 J3 {4 ]37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
6 ^3 b; p5 Y' J2 u3 X8 ^用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
5 `8 d5 |& U6 S% P0 P' ^The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
0 c  ?" c7 [" \; M4 t* P8 nGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

7 ?/ ^- a5 }2 c" e+ E( F, Q39.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。
! T! m% ]7 e& V) Z9 p( ~3 ]- ?The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

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.
- d) l6 W- J5 B; z2 e8 tMy 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& v- P* `' Z' I# Q8 HGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

! O9 D( B& V; g! b42.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。
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.

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。”
! E9 u1 g+ I$ ]Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
: K" I, B! v8 I/ ?( `6 xI 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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* ~( P- k) g/ Q' D) Y45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
0 C8 e( M. z4 z! r* USilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
The 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。
3 Y% S) j3 E- f6 s; OThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

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.
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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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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
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The 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。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
+ h& \& Z( u* ?5 r9 b  O; ^, n6 @9 B. sI can see your face and know you as bliss.

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。
0 b+ y0 c+ F$ R  ^, t% z9 B: \' [1 BThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

1 ]2 K3 ^3 ?% ]% A  K/ A7 I54.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。
& I5 [" V0 G/ K4 s: \' T4 |+ t我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I 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。
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

' H# I" ^  c6 u, x( c3 }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
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, i, D, D( t7 M$ {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?

! ?# L( m5 }( j3 R59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
" l$ E: P2 l! O# R' hThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

+ G. z: D, i$ j( F60.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
“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