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。
8 `% M) Q) T) \9 UWhen 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.

: f* E$ u4 U& g# T- G' e32.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。
& j0 J' q: L9 p' ULet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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6 l1 B6 R  c7 m33.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。
3 m$ X6 f, {6 i, h; `* @Woman, 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。　　　　
! Z( g) \; F' y6 @8 x+ ?它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
) f  D. E* }8 Q  I# ?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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3 Z+ |! Y5 m  b4 `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。
. _5 m1 E8 Y; W( x$ cThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
- F+ L6 A/ X4 G* a% m) OSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

36.我有群星在天上，
1 q; z6 X) D! [; m: G# X* c" _0 @但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
0 L7 |% ]/ h4 s% ]  k1 k3 a- LI have my stars in the sky.
+ T& O7 P: {2 ]3 m( m3 b( s8 qBut 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。
& n/ Z; b* O# P  \' q. X/ J; [* v; zThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.

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.

39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
, E1 E) B3 G3 G) v8 q" |% m出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
" J" |0 P9 _; }* i! b% s( w/ r$ RThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
5 R: J) M4 ^, y6 FCome 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.
2 _. f* R2 \/ x; GMy 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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) N7 M2 V4 O6 Y- y0 \( [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.
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+ T& i7 t( \0 U/ L" j, Y: q/ ^1 r: h42.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，
! y3 C  q1 G9 j' X: {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.

$ p0 ]- T* s- @8 ?* J; F: \: l8 t  @43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
8 |" \% {0 Z! T' ^/ E- J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.
% i2 m' D7 [6 |  `. D! R: ZI 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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9 f( y) s( b& h4 ]8 |, {45.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.

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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# l; x+ @  A/ N+ W47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
8 G; N  c2 O! Z7 A5 b% ^, f2 ZThe 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。
/ P% w6 S5 B1 d0 I. f3 bPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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* ~) h3 o& G! e: n49.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。
7 W9 W- g# c/ QWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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" i! J3 N& I, M1 N% s1 Z) \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
! G2 h; ~& m' ^/ p  B3 [children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

# w% _, k9 L8 r/ ~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,
I 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。”
' ^3 p/ B1 t% p- U5 N+ t* p6 {天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
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。
$ N3 Z7 V3 p% R7 J) y  }/ H7 s! rIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
' P3 q4 j" t+ n2 q+ `the nest of my silence.
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1 L' N- E6 D' R$ ^9 O55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
9 t8 s7 h- l( Y3 G我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
! B2 A  a3 ~2 G6 Y1 t6 N/ KThoughts 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。
& ~& `% V: b) l  R$ WThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
/ J: O9 d% F( _( qThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.

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？
! o# R0 b( u- j1 z+ I5 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?

* N! |' v7 v2 i' G& C7 b: }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.

60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
5 ^; K6 V( l, O8 T7 ]; w* M0 e# I2 uI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
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
" q8 F3 B5 C9 V% `7 v! b: |9 Z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