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。
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.

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。
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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1 R% d/ i% h. ^3 C" z- ~# 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 }/ v- x# o! }5 H3 c; RWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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" ]) ~7 l$ H7 T* `! P9 _# h34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
: R' Y/ F7 M+ p9 m- L4 R" j它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
$ m: n3 v7 X& b, S& u; e: n" vOne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
, O+ o( Z8 U& k* @, ~; oIt sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

; c$ T, V# l7 e2 d35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
% H( e# d0 y# s) s把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
+ {) R# J9 ~  `9 RThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save 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。
1 S: }7 ?0 R2 j9 N! l7 rI have my stars in the sky.
- R: [- ^+ z7 A# mBut oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
: s. x# Q4 w  d用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
; J4 J' g9 G$ Y$ R" l& ?Wash thy soul with silence.
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( e+ ^" [+ l; q2 W6 t" [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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39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
5 L& \/ ?6 B- s# S出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
& Z% V( e5 _$ W9 e( \The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come 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.
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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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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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，
5 {2 [6 i5 @1 k: g/ Z& 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.

7 ?) n8 J: p  L$ o& S' A" D: {* X8 e' E43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
% F* s9 ~: t4 h4 c瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
  [5 Z+ U5 ?& y/ U) ]Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
* i0 Y: D* x0 Q; W: F1 OI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
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, m2 `9 ^. E, b2 B. n. }44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
3 S% `+ n  @" p( s9 ^5 @% N, `/ I2 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。
* I# Z. s: |6 b% _! I' h6 W. cSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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) |+ f8 X# J! x+ }: I4 O46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
9 F" X/ J8 r( \* yThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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& I7 J) P1 S  m' D1 B( E9 j47.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.

& a4 [. ~: K0 a! |2 I' ^% k48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

+ \0 J' D5 ]* _5 F49.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。”
7 n5 Q. P' d: e3 w1 m# i" E6 S0 S! vThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
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- t3 o1 y* x0 _# ?0 A8 j& W: G51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
" M- [2 _+ K5 z' LThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

+ ?7 O' a8 j# u3 N) I; `7 }  w9 B52.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.
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; L6 i6 E0 w- f% N; |& Z% D53.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
/ ?% _; y& V/ d8 s7 e- @1 @; S* V" Mfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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( R! B2 F1 ^8 `) i5 d54.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
9 O" x2 p9 f( \the nest of my silence.

) b8 \: }' b9 Z- @; [55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
, a6 r" c9 h6 o, M6 l我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
1 D7 ]5 [* _; v* U5 KThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
2 l& H: d5 h0 L- g, F# PI 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。
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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% K% `  e. S. l6 M  T) |4 m) ]3 C57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
/ q) X/ T" ], e9 q- ZThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
- R% J8 L* m; X/ p5 b8 l4 Rin 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？
  P, p: w: v$ B, h* D5 p. 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- T, K+ ?0 R8 p' ?- f59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
0 H6 X+ T' X1 p0 d- oThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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2 x( D  R' e& z( r5 ], q4 q* ]) N60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
/ }7 m( i) V% [/ w9 ]" R1 z1 ^I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
$ U1 b  z. [( Y& B3 i0 xfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
4 W+ O/ S% O8 j“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
( W1 z4 T& s0 e; K$ w5 X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