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。
4 s* {1 E( `+ bWhen 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.
% P2 T+ ^2 R: t& Z( A. J% |# [" J
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.

8 R( e5 U1 K- d  d, H* M" S- i( `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。
# Q1 T! e, w, g. i+ v3 `; [7 Q: y' WWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
) [7 y/ {" S, r6 n6 R. f; B: G
34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
# y6 l- F. F( d3 y0 p- X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.
7 K3 }( T# u' ]; P4 p5 J& I4 f
3 N% i  A" O) `& l3 s1 c35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
4 P/ B% I+ ~  ~+ q+ x把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
  r: e. U) N, m, O9 ?8 HThe 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，
$ b- n" C' ~  b% Y2 e' O6 ^  O但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
: [- q& S0 c' ^- X6 y1 `But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

2 o# d) Q3 X7 E2 f6 U& t* w37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
9 {& [, i, e) D& K" G用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
/ R$ X' v4 u1 I4 ~( Y% J) P% XThe dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.

! B1 X. L& q* F8 P1 Q38.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.

: s8 A4 ?3 U6 {4 s) W5 L# ^* M39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
; r" I/ i. N6 W出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
5 \( P' j7 q- J: P% SThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
6 @% G! Q8 N9 [5 n, G! m) S) S1 m' oCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
  V9 _4 d! R" M1 V4 h" R
) t# G5 G2 ?  c40.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.
% x5 n1 ~* C6 c* v
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.
, f- J8 V0 B) I
% d- P8 E) l& X6 [0 ?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，
4 G4 v0 P  d/ L  X3 i; i我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
4 A4 X, a# y% C7 w6 CThis is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
; Q  _3 c" K, U* r/ l7 a1 a& jI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

0 S$ K  i5 e% Q  e4 c43.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 d# m0 ]8 U( i  u) n& H; U0 G" KWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

+ \& L! S- l  R8 l44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
$ a" I) B5 j$ C. l9 T0 j- W4 u" cBy plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
8 v4 M* ]( k7 v4 O6 m# s
45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
/ C! [; ^& e1 b3 K- FSilence 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.
9 I  y7 b; d) r+ C% s% H
4 j/ M/ Q8 w3 J% z" R) d, Q47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
' ^- S% N% t0 ^) ]# c4 O9 W9 b  aThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

: _8 p5 Z" d3 W3 l) d# g48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
$ _2 O6 @& Z, |# x1 W
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。
" f& a/ g& X; |When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

6 R3 a  r* u9 c50.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。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

6 m( Y. P) f3 v) _$ x3 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。
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。”
天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
  T; c" W6 \" b2 T; m& q: Kfirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
; U, \4 }6 X% U" L
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
1 z9 x1 f) q: w+ }3 nthe nest of my silence.
: U( O9 r% Y: E) [2 T
+ y1 Q& F& y+ u9 j* L& ?+ v0 [55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
9 s- L, U( ?9 K& v3 m, c我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
+ A, b& M9 T8 d# }Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

# B" J. R6 @: x9 G/ {56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
- B, ^3 W  z7 G6 r. ~- }+ I$ EThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
0 g+ ^. Z: e  D, e
; ^: y# j* z- X/ I6 |57.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.
3 K7 b# G- b; n, z$ o2 m
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？
/ S1 L" d0 h6 x: H( DThat 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。
% f7 C( h- m0 o+ ~. b; p/ aThought 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。
+ s6 f+ }# ^$ x* d) ]I 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