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
" E6 S$ t$ O1 D( e8 ~各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
# ~2 t7 `- ?' b& F' u* c9 M5 \When 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.

/ ?' G0 \+ \5 [3 C4 X32.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.

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。
5 f( U; K+ r$ JWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

- R! t% R" K9 a7 f& Z) w$ b! q/ _* a34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
8 g1 U4 N  `0 M& x; N! i- ?它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
* M. |/ G1 s+ yOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
2 F7 B  ^% E8 M0 t0 s0 E0 Q. DIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
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* |# \! T$ g$ t- G35.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.

$ ^8 @+ A; B( V( {/ l# T36.我有群星在天上，
/ J& F( d/ z/ F2 B+ P但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
6 |: K5 S/ a& {! O" E3 `But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

& q( b1 E. ^" d* x8 N- q  r37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
' d9 A; c% V9 `3 i用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
+ q) a% h$ q( \- {The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
9 F$ _. K/ w" O; M/ aWash thy soul with silence.

8 E0 f2 `1 x6 Y3 S38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
1 }) [" w% F2 N' @9 [0 ^Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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+ M/ e2 J9 X' s' N- Z% ~1 w. p39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
+ R- o9 e  i; i7 ~5 L' o7 F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 f0 B% e( a* ]% F7 v* pCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

0 ~0 c+ f  j0 p1 U40.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.
$ ]/ `/ {: R6 v  {+ 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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& {, A; V+ e4 R! U$ l41.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。
% O1 W0 T& Q# v7 HGod'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。
: N- Z% I- g- [2 \& n/ HThis 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.

( x; x( h) v+ ~2 M) L43.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。”
+ @. r2 t7 K, |5 L6 A, j* n9 zWho 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 l! J/ Q" @+ z& K4 Z* U44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
: |9 j5 ~. e0 W1 d4 _9 f9 n3 k: PBy 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 I4 u# i3 Y, {Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

46.大的不怕与小的同游。
6 @* A( o* Q4 }# d7 Z居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
$ w  `) q4 f$ @) uThe 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.

9 k$ D1 u( U8 w49.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。
# T/ h; A) o" y8 F3 w+ N" ?' NWhen we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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4 x- b# f% m0 Q5 n4 A/ ~3 }1 M: P50.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.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
) B: S, J& V+ s: _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。
& D1 ?3 q7 e9 e8 i) `8 Q8 Z, yLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
0 U" u. Y8 g- N! {$ MI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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3 K$ l. i( f: s& {) z( O6 O& h53.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。
' e7 [6 Q8 ]9 d4 U7 ?( iThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
' d' e4 Q; F* i5 d* r" P0 f6 tfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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; @2 l2 f5 e+ l1 @5 t) p4 x! g54.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
3 |5 d" o) z6 \; E- {* h& N& S* j) w% \. Hthe nest of my silence.

55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
8 }" ~  @# f. B0 c- e我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
8 N) t6 W9 A  u+ l; B( o4 DThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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* x3 K2 e0 b# Q' }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.

: `- }! A& A2 E/ X# S: @57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
9 Y( @' x* `$ J# T1 XThe 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？
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。
7 `5 |9 G- w" {: P; _Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

. ?6 t2 \# X! V, l  P6 U60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
. M, n+ k1 E' U1 ]/ F! hI 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
7 ^) e+ ]# x9 t+ r/ L“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
8 n; t5 Q! S; |$ O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