泰戈尔诗7

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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
* Y: V, m1 c/ t% R# G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.

9 [, {' Z! x& a0 ]: M7 K9 t4 l32.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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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。
# Z4 o: F0 y0 KWoman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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; ]9 J! n+ `! s0 }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。”
6 ^* G- A5 y) b/ T( @0 VOne 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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9 E% V4 m" r% I8 G" k35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
4 w* C. V& T0 e. j4 N" d! C# l5 M把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
+ x( W5 V3 e$ \; TThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
7 b, q, M9 h  [4 E1 y% G用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
5 O0 L! l1 Y, zWash thy soul with silence.

$ @4 c, f2 s; F, v# a/ C( V38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
; S* U; h& i4 A9 G; M. J3 c% JGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

1 k7 J' @+ r$ [% a% e, d+ n) d% c39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
, o2 J1 @6 |& y出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
7 ^* S, K4 D* i5 HThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
* }, ]( @. R$ W- k  Z2 ECome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
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/ D2 ?7 f8 J8 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.
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.

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。
/ ^4 p6 \1 L- b7 |God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

0 r9 {8 t4 P8 q7 }9 n8 j42.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，
) z" z" y( o7 Z% k# e  M, @我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
- H! k! Y3 l  ]$ [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.

6 N  I# e8 u" h- o( C3 v43.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。”
/ m  Y' f0 h& S9 Y/ V, yWho is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
7 W; }. P: Y- P# O9 n7 XI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

4 B3 b+ m$ M0 p44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

9 N# @( H) ^1 F+ C, U4 Z45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
  U1 g) E. y0 V1 U' HSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

; ~. U8 d7 \7 [7 u7 Z46.大的不怕与小的同游。
3 M9 ]& A) ^9 q5 T, `居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.

. v6 t7 b& `/ G' U% r47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
! X" A- W0 B" NThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

/ d, E' U2 q- a" ^48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
3 E7 x9 M" f. ^# ?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.

2 v" a; l3 ?: }+ o50.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。”
- }3 {: a8 D/ N1 y: NThe 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.

. x4 v5 l- q1 b$ w: a52.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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  u6 e: M. @" n6 ^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。”
8 p2 Q2 |6 n8 p/ E+ g天上的星不回答它。
! b& {% [3 l. j  f( EThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
9 ^6 T4 ]7 p! Efirefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

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
5 [! z2 h) f' W4 _/ Z4 _' Bthe nest of my silence.

55.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.
I hear the voice of their wings.
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% B2 f" `) R% h! X/ _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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7 }  l7 E& c4 [& A4 a) ?57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
3 y3 J' B$ s- A6 U. CThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
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! w. |' a# }$ m7 U) Y& q58.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？
; E9 q" m4 f+ e7 |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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4 D( E/ \/ \- |1 y5 b& D59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
7 @, Y" H, |- |# h6 I' fThought 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。
% u& b' ~. m3 L9 G5 ?5 c+ sI 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
3 @9 S) T5 R& U: S" ^' M“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
% R% L5 B; g7 k0 }$ s  R' @) u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