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
各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
' H) R0 R$ r3 eWhen 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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4 c" u: h5 V+ r) r) T32.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。
  X9 N% K" \+ JLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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. `6 B( _. k" q) t9 r- `- @% ]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。
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
& H0 y6 B. M8 H! P9 c! o它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
& j$ d7 w! j8 OOne 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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35.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.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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$ M" z. G, H& x' Y6 ?+ R6 A36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
- }# @  t+ K1 t$ J1 \7 F/ Q3 t. SI have my stars in the sky.
. t, |$ E- {" `3 \# vBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
. Q2 v$ ?( y2 y7 u5 X) D5 W% ~; A用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
& }; h9 R* c& X" x. z/ @, ?5 z+ LThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.

8 I$ S* [2 P7 o4 l$ s38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
. u7 ~  N+ l9 I# u1 GGaps 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 z" p' Z* A9 y) tThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
: d0 U7 d; Z, P' A  oCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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2 ^7 S. j3 g* e( w: n! E& `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.
$ D5 h! |5 v, Z+ ZMy 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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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。
0 O; Z+ W" [+ Z, N4 K8 NGod's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
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6 a6 m; J) C3 \, s42.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，
% h- |9 X$ n) N我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
5 f5 w, U1 J2 b0 {. x1 |. qThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
; z) s' @2 e% A8 J" z* sI 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？”
& D, t! E% P% }  T8 N' `5 s! E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& X5 h2 V4 G: Q9 z) [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.
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6 Y/ r1 R4 X9 o5 ]3 |% }% m7 t45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
9 j0 H- T# \1 J, TSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

6 M+ v$ ?0 S- q# \" D3 \9 X7 F' s; V8 @46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
! O6 u, L( m4 NThe 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.

: N( x# ]0 h+ }8 D48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
9 x) l0 Y# Z  I; S7 lPower 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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! q5 \# N; W6 L. O( L- f50.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。”
# R! r8 ~, J0 k7 ^# T6 v, F1 PThe 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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$ Q0 i/ h  c* r1 X52.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。
3 C4 ^: p  _4 G' S0 A  |8 R8 dLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
) z& }  n2 k4 U7 @1 v: A1 tI can see your face and know you as bliss.

  k. T6 c: Q% s/ N9 q53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
2 o! w6 i) c6 C! Z2 E; |天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
+ X! V' C6 t" x0 hfirefly 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。
. `; {% J' r) u0 }( ?# V3 Q; ?In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.

: r) x+ {: d. e: X55.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。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

6 _$ W2 q! T, p) h" j# t  n56.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.

6 N+ H/ I9 V6 b1 ]2 \- i* ]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.

2 x2 {5 H0 X4 ^6 l) [+ E) T4 ~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？
4 L' Z0 e; g+ e& [4 o; W$ v" yThat 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?

% Y' w) e$ u( d% D59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
6 D) a  s) V8 [( y% I( wThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

9 ^! a1 e. D2 I) l' b, P. z8 u60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
' f' {% N5 n6 v0 P) R- II have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
+ R' y" r4 S/ _8 q/ ]filled with love.

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
- o4 U$ z, o6 K4 R# w( ^" I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