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。
( L2 k3 {! m6 vWhen 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.
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; H  t1 b* }/ H1 C" n4 _. s32.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。
  Y& Y. z. P1 V/ o% hLet me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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* Y7 D) [; M" d3 s33.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。
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
" x/ M* _( @" S( G* M3 Y+ C3 ?2 B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.

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。
: s. u8 E  ^, x$ A7 |+ e7 m( pThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
7 Y# g8 ]6 V, W5 @. DSave me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

. j) v/ g' T1 W+ z: f7 X5 @$ u36.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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- p! M1 r  ~2 E37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
& r8 k3 ~& q# ]/ Z4 |用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
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9 a% h6 R  W9 T1 G* c" w' R% K: r38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
& r( a/ l! `1 Z2 i! Z5 q& ^Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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. d+ ]. O. m9 C39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
- t0 m$ X) P* ?% d, l: i出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
( Y1 v2 e. ]: z: k: `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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( o5 X. T; @- L& g+ {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.

" {2 |& T3 P. k, K+ O6 y( N1 S9 @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，
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.
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, D: ~  S7 m1 X, Q$ n- C43.落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”
5 H" O6 I4 N' y4 O7 e; N5 K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.
2 y! Y# w' e. y4 KI shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

) F/ }: L; c/ |) J3 F8 \44.采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
% b5 J+ M# H& [' T6 p- mBy 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。
- V& {0 @0 X/ y# f' L& @* X, f居中的却远而避之。
, S1 w5 w6 V( I; LThe Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof.
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3 n4 a8 H4 x: V  D% p47.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 [, H6 F" \" F7 Z) A6 |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.

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.

51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

; F' U3 X" D, q. D3 _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。
/ N" ?# U; c" Q+ a* WLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
; ^4 l: @; }6 V6 p1 z( mI can see your face and know you as bliss.

9 S% G. C4 S1 y& L53.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
firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.

8 t2 D8 M4 {7 o& V+ h$ b/ f54.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
* ?& ]! |- }/ L7 _7 X0 \the 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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! I3 x8 T4 a8 @5 U* o) |" O4 a56.沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。
. w+ v- r; X% s  TThe canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

5 z2 B! h; C$ ~$ n, E6 g57.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
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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？
0 |, W  v' v4 V0 M" X& ~  F) NThat 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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) E4 n$ A: m# A8 E7 O& _+ _59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
4 {0 m3 x9 m1 K1 R+ |0 \. X$ PThought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

. s/ L6 m; t. n( N7 m60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
/ u/ ]% r* O1 ?9 a3 a8 Z4 RI have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
/ N/ `  b) d8 g, S4 T$ p( ^9 ofilled 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