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。
2 G7 J) [* c% y8 I; LWhen 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.

/ G& k8 E3 q# ^7 m7 R5 f7 }8 s  S32.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。
( S1 h& z" u* s* r( b0 SWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

6 e: F, g' ~6 q2 a- f3 x% l9 B34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
. M  ~% l+ @- R# f3 u$ g它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
4 W; l8 t/ \# r% gIt 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。
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.

36.我有群星在天上，
, X  r1 e6 ]( C0 C; I3 b$ R但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
  Y- x* p- |( U4 E0 A9 J9 K8 Q' Y' uI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
9 M  C! S. ~' k% ]7 AThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
' J1 t" u) ^. b( MWash 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 T+ t; w; }& w- B) e: ^- vGaps 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。
' u) w, d- k1 v- mThe 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.
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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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。
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

/ u+ d8 F* J7 `* {( `8 H- ?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，
/ k# d: y$ x4 t我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
% I5 W$ V# p1 Y' m4 G3 x* Z( w2 SThis 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.

+ K, G: n$ `* W, w5 e43.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。”
2 T& z) ?2 H& A: s5 E1 d" Z& I$ `& LWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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6 S! [1 R9 I7 U  I$ N! N' s44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
" J6 k  c0 V* L0 QBy 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。
. \9 X( h: k4 x7 W5 v+ fSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

( h* g! j& {! u# J; K* J46.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。
5 V" m' @: b% N4 C. W* IThe 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.

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。
' i7 u0 X$ g# k7 R' Z) W5 k8 r$ pWhen 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。
) ?# V) C* g" \+ kThe 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。
  b" s$ i: v4 D! |3 C/ NLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
$ Y4 Q- c7 s2 nI 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。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
$ }' y2 d- W3 W8 L6 w- |0 ~+ Pfirefly 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
6 p" X5 H+ M6 }" @8 C$ b: Wthe 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。
+ d* K2 j, L& |( f$ K" e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.
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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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8 y7 T3 d9 n. N8 n" h! `57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
, ^0 [( I# n+ j/ n1 OThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
! \2 ^4 v4 j6 ]  O8 C0 e" Rin songs.
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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。
, J# Q9 Y* J$ L, YThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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3 z) S0 P0 o  \60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
( Z! Y2 @1 }# E5 P6 PI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
9 M( A( p4 G- ~6 _filled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
/ d0 _, T: R1 M% O7 P' V“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