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。
$ g/ V% L% h" B# rWhen 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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1 J- y+ F+ ^% k. ]; @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。
4 y2 h% }/ L8 _$ _" s7 ?Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

; V* `( ~7 E0 C$ Q4 A4 P33.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。
$ v, H3 W" o) _* yWoman, 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。”
1 n. ?& M4 G: o- IOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

8 q7 j0 q/ x! H# O35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
  |- Z; C& }) O# d' Z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.
) v2 \0 i% R( F+ f! S; U! q/ s0 tSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

36.我有群星在天上，
# i4 r( N# h. c但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
' M0 `# ~) b2 V1 ]$ o, |! q# bI have my stars in the sky.
" l& `% k, P8 f. ~But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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( O. z' ~( n% x0 ~! b2 j* k8 q2 c37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
% U# v  k. g' _The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
% O  e/ v+ G: GWash thy soul with silence.
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7 D9 }% ?  c: a& O$ l& `1 A38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
9 V- L1 c/ |; s" o8 a6 qGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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# _& @8 Z: t) Z; P9 \& s( O39.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.
* ~* v- s. u2 A9 }5 g( b2 R$ BCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

% |5 _; x+ n5 B& o1 ]. L40.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.

$ w$ e2 L( j/ K9 b7 v0 Y41.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。
* b5 C0 ?! M# K! jGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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4 S% y, f7 ~; B5 T+ }4 J42.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，
1 u& P  N# _" n, }; [+ Q0 N我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
# k7 E+ E9 H6 A, rThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
# S8 {. Q# Z& j4 x! _  U: YI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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/ d$ b0 U( h# E: k* M$ V" v43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
6 R' @: a+ }3 i9 Y$ x1 k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.
# K! ^3 G7 O) V% I; t1 vI 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.
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45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
! S  l+ M, |- ^7 Z0 {0 _: ESilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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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.

' Z+ B9 e" E: J) p) Q47.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.

% _$ k& m4 X" [2 |0 J" g48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
- Y  n! m' `; R" P- K( nPower 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。
3 G" e3 A4 b) |) M# pWhen 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
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。
, N$ ^. J8 D1 H! Y4 e5 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,
7 l( S# N5 ]9 D' D9 A7 Z" `- }/ h+ gI 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。
! Q" _7 s" ]9 E5 H+ H% ]The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
" W) p7 L2 L- h/ K3 ~firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

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.

0 G! T# R, f5 u, U7 X0 M) c55.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。
5 w/ l' @6 m% ~Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
- }$ P, w% _" c% Q" ]2 mI hear the voice of their wings.

  i4 R! k5 i) b) k2 J56.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.

$ }* t  b2 V! i4 Q* p' \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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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?
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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。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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5 L' G8 f# ?" r: v1 a60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
. N' u, [# s1 @/ Z, h) \I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
" e+ `: Q( G( [/ X: ^, p8 Rfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
% N3 k( C  r6 i" \“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
) k/ ^7 q; ]& r' Q7 X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