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
+ i( F& r! a+ z$ D7 B! g9 C各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
7 q% M5 c9 u3 a2 FWhen 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。
! @4 p- i9 P) e) TLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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; _! G6 m' O, Z8 r! }9 h33.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。
# S( Q  M5 h0 B" c+ |6 t) H* tWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

# v+ g6 C/ T7 [$ P; T34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
, k" L. |4 L$ [/ R6 a它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
% S' I0 k# M3 E7 F5 o0 S) ~It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

4 C3 b: t8 l& F( |  g' M4 I9 [) E35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
/ t' M% F6 s" |  C$ \5 }3 k( o把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
+ I" C2 k2 q9 OThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
2 M7 P" Y  t! \( p. h+ |Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
9 y# k% p. _' ]: v+ m& }I have my stars in the sky.
8 F1 E# M% r- i2 u  Z0 Y! WBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

3 b6 V% D: t/ c; Z# f1 b; e37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
0 C4 v2 i) k8 P$ ^2 `' G3 l用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
$ w  p  @0 _) i7 M1 w& H6 w, L/ dWash 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。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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4 B+ l: s4 J: V. J39.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.
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.
: ^* A# ?) ]/ E! a$ q9 D' G" uMy 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。
+ A8 l8 z3 N. j: O2 |4 `. ?God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

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，
4 v& z( m3 ~- O: {9 N2 Y我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
! ~/ C, H: D# _) f5 nThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
* I6 w2 `7 e4 {  H! z5 xI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

' d% q1 L4 R6 u8 f  x43.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。”
/ o0 g& {) p6 D! v' KWho 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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0 _* Q0 I7 _; N# N: H44.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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$ O; h# ?+ E; s- F45.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.

/ [. f  B7 u- I' e: t5 p46.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。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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7 Z7 c2 m! l0 Z# g- F+ d! H# _$ w' v48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
) K6 F% K: R/ @: yPower 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。”
  C, H. l! M& _The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

0 q0 ^( ^2 c' v8 r7 R+ |5 ?7 Z& m51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
' K0 P$ d* k' [0 vThe 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。
4 L- x% B( ?8 qLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
5 e9 l: ]# \, g* t: KI can see your face and know you as bliss.

9 t1 j7 f+ q6 j! K$ K% p53.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。
& L! D2 C6 {3 I# ]The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
! {4 e; }9 {$ w; G6 r. e: C, Sfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

# Q- s4 b1 {/ V% J% q: F54.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
# E& `" ]5 ~" N" Kthe nest of my silence.

3 _6 W, K% H) R) T( d55.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.

2 w  B, k5 a! s5 D/ H" _56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
6 L( S* y) b- f$ Z2 Z% }The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
! \# C) n6 l& y9 h0 b3 k8 i, eThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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" \6 \! U. U  ?8 P& ?( L58.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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9 ^+ e9 G4 s, T% R# U6 i$ G& ?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.

  _8 n8 b# u. J3 z60.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
: S* p- e2 D) hfilled 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
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