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
8 Q# `; N1 j/ H/ ~各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
& `6 i/ \8 h  _) p# H8 YWhen 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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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。
& m8 T6 S0 B9 U& H: ]1 }Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

# ^& e5 U. k, j4 _& h0 `* q% \34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
" p# r/ i9 u' Z8 o. F& Z6 z8 D它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
3 _6 B0 j. X# d! i. x* H4 bOne 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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( P- o0 c" \  U- u$ o9 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。
3 A/ G" W/ o" z, P3 }& v$ S: VThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
2 v; g9 f3 |9 dSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

2 \/ o) W) A% I# e* V1 V0 f36.我有群星在天上，
! m) B4 t9 T& Q5 {7 D! e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.

8 L0 ?$ f0 n" q* [7 Y( ^5 y  N& [0 i37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
  L! J0 ]+ z; N9 p  r' }, ]! [用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
6 l3 g- ]# P$ L- OWash thy soul with silence.

$ U9 j# j) V' C38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
( v- ]9 {; t3 sGaps 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。
9 R5 ]. G$ d- a# f2 T2 T: O  s出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
! ^+ P( q3 s/ U: h2 G; b, N8 e! dThe world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
. `. B: h8 u7 x. |& p$ S5 q$ SCome out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

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.
9 s, m2 W; |. B2 ~+ l3 n9 KMy 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。
0 q, A7 S) n7 l/ L" A3 `God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

( e' h9 N- O: y' S' u/ U42.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。
This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
8 }. M- A0 A3 q+ EI shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

$ F& w* }5 M  @. v43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
' K; `# V$ g  j" W/ Y瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”
Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
! {, o3 C0 v, {$ U% ~7 YI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

9 L. R1 O8 \1 ?8 u  z- t6 ~44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
2 h7 ~8 E! P$ L" I) t$ Y! \By 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。
4 b" H6 p- {2 v8 A6 {' [0 L. m9 a, cSilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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0 M4 J" H( c- X" {! q46.大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
) q1 k6 v" j, LThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
# h1 s9 L, ]. e6 Y0 oThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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& W4 @. J0 Q* j: A, s2 C+ 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.
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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.

+ P' Q! g. I' c- |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。”
The 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。
  x) _) y- o' f  W$ oThe cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

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。
2 C' [0 s; Y9 Y8 p1 r- T% _2 uLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
, t) ]3 e+ N* }$ x6 xI can see your face and know you as bliss.
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7 m' v6 S. |+ E! \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。
- j/ w) K# g8 FThe 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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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
. M* _; d  C1 {5 g2 w$ w* fthe nest of my silence.
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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。
5 I8 g7 _/ _' \( z6 K! CThoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I 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。
6 w2 T: c. l' d( t2 vThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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% y& a/ C& D: B5 G7 M57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
, p7 e; E- G! k% kThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
7 N0 x4 B+ P, Tin 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？
. k. D' e9 Y) Y( @: M2 u9 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?
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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。
, X$ t, |# ?3 ]2 w  d  QThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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4 U8 O1 W5 v) X8 y9 a& b* 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 F' ?# y/ k8 j4 i# ?7 H0 bI 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