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。
# X+ h8 f% v! N. i2 }& C4 n# f& iWhen 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.

& W7 |! x0 f1 r1 O32.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。
* p. Z4 ]6 z- x* N+ ^; [3 c* eLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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' ?' U. q+ ^7 t33.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。　　　　
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

6 A% H2 n5 y4 I* m$ o35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
* A, b, d0 Z9 X) E3 K把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
% p  e6 ^0 b. _5 qThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
* J/ Z% @$ d# P/ y1 hSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
) F/ H8 |1 {) ~) II have my stars in the sky.
6 t9 \2 `) A$ t! VBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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/ u- q& ], R) }/ r+ P; P9 Y3 Z37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
. l' o; ]: P& t* y用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
  t4 m* z: H0 N4 z! J7 tThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
2 I& `3 X* E$ e' v" ~Wash thy soul with silence.
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1 n* j4 u, \4 f) t1 m38.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.

! f1 I1 {5 c' w3 G39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
* v. ^, }6 a1 A$ d% W4 m% {: t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.
5 X- w) K" G# h* V# C+ l( bCome 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.
- T6 Y- D* I6 ]+ j+ {. ~. OMy 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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6 A. \+ q# J6 |& q( a3 Q: G41.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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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，
我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
9 Y. A/ O7 H- b  XThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
+ B2 u  O+ ~& QI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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& Z7 O. L" L0 b1 b) E8 F" t; P" q6 k43.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。”
Who 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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8 i7 N* E1 d  t; ]% P7 V% O* c44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
% b/ `" L' V7 a% X! c- r1 Y0 M; l0 FBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

5 Q/ R; \1 D6 U45.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.
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( |) r/ g2 A7 v+ G46.大的不怕与小的同游。
8 C) `  F6 O, {+ w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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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.
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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.

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。”
5 I" ~, ]# b' w$ Z8 ?; z$ DThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
7 ^4 ^! x: Z4 \# Z! m5 t$ @$ w2 ychildren, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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: y" p  m* V1 `& \8 w- U51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
& C$ K( d( R5 Y8 `% e8 HThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

; R) c/ P* j7 A3 u52.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。
6 [: U* E3 ~. e, ?) N/ A/ tLove! 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。”
天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
& a$ x+ p  z& |6 h7 y4 ~* Ufirefly 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
& a" G( p" f9 W0 f; C, jthe nest of my silence.

" j! \2 V, h" t, H, l! 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。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
/ e. k) E! c7 FI hear the voice of their wings.
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  M7 m$ m: ]) b$ D4 I" o56.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.

& [! n" R! d3 e* i' i7 ]6 k57.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.
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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？
% I  A  E1 t- x* P% @* ~5 gThat 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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  C. ^3 g/ `1 a- X7 G8 r59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
# ]2 j8 }7 D+ j* E0 o9 q- LThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
6 I) r- {* ]; d# V; d9 hI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
0 o9 `0 N+ M0 F  p( j% }, }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
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