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。
. r7 C; ^2 A# L4 _  U; ZWhen 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.

* ^5 U& y8 q/ W' ]+ ^# t% i0 ~" ^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。
# {: K3 N! i0 ILet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

. i6 y* g0 u7 F  E# A33.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。
6 f' u7 z. E  A8 I  PWoman, 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。”
) O+ X0 b+ }9 \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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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。
) ?2 N' u9 s( ^& R; ]7 b8 v- m5 b. {The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
* y2 _% b8 @/ k. ~. b: D9 HSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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2 @/ I5 j$ f4 k$ g* P* [" }6 i2 l36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
! C# P1 _7 D0 L+ q3 fI have my stars in the sky.
# H# O: U' Z( p; d7 {6 ]But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
3 x( G  l% A9 r$ UWash 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。
7 t* I4 ~) x3 M7 [0 G/ ]Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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7 W& {8 Q5 ~, h9 j, y39.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。
3 a  X0 h3 W, o" y/ f" OThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
) ~' }! \5 L" o3 n( d& ~3 }1 `: @Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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; c% ~0 p  y6 `2 o40.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.
. b- _( L* Z% i) R# }) J2 ~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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6 Q5 P2 X9 K/ m+ D# v3 h3 R41.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.

+ ?- {2 G+ F1 }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，
+ W7 V; Z1 i+ z$ [2 g我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
( B) K& J# m+ DThis 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.
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4 P& P4 i( U8 r! C+ h6 m8 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。”
3 M6 p3 r. Z5 A- RWho 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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% i# n9 h' k7 \+ f( L' Y1 @  R! x44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
2 U, o! K, r0 U1 {: G# pBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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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。
  A. B) n3 q! c+ H居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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: M; S9 x: O! j3 T* I47.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.

48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
9 ]  ]7 ^+ O: q0 m7 j4 dPower 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.

- r7 b: m5 _; t! E+ d50.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。”
6 N% [. v5 T' N* h: ZThe 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。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

& J4 S8 ?% E( }& w1 ~0 i# K! g52.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。
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I can see your face and know you as bliss.

- k& [, a3 _) I2 V: U4 k53.萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
% S' J6 g3 u( W: j! I/ }; f" J& Q天上的星不回答它。
* S, i5 x$ z1 t6 q+ d0 \3 [9 b0 d9 bThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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; ]* F2 }  ^; C0 Z' l54.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
the nest of my silence.
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) d: f3 {0 I) ?: w55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
6 w, E% G9 [5 U% Z  D; t2 m% m- X( k我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
: q0 n2 m2 ^; ?9 tThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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% x% u! {8 Z5 v56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
& q; q% O1 {7 y8 V! [9 IThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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8 C8 P7 ]0 v7 F6 E% r: Q" i  R57.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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/ Z9 S) C/ A5 O# Q4 j+ N; k! @* F58.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？
- _" }7 P9 O5 q3 ]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?

59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
) g1 D3 l9 A1 I! ^0 z, p7 e' kThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

" L$ w% K, @1 G/ @- B4 O; S* y# a/ a60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
* B4 h, {4 H$ ]$ kI 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
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