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
; D: w0 z8 ^4 E) }各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
1 D  t6 R! E  C! d5 KWhen 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 Z6 s) J: \. {- B
5 B( |: X' V6 d/ }5 j32.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.
% S& t% H0 Q& J2 q% I4 f7 }, @- T' ?
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。
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
, e  v" ^) W8 c/ w
, l& M% q% ~0 d- T# F34.一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。　　　　
4 k7 l" t- h, D5 o& H! `; G它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
; m9 r" n- Q# R6 ]3 p% COne sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
* F$ Z3 p9 x8 F- \5 m& L
" C. A$ h& |4 V35.燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
) U; s+ l) `+ M$ ?4 s; @把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
4 o' v- a; V& s0 y+ HThe flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

: _9 w9 P5 G( P/ D) O- Q' y36.我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
9 z$ X9 a6 B; b, eI have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
# D3 h- \! E* n% I' s3 g
; C1 h. k& j$ m! v9 K$ u37.死文字的尘土沾着你。
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.

38.生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
  ^0 ~+ h* }% G; t& P8 a5 a7 v7 gGaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

. W) r9 j  {( l5 l' ~/ I6 ^3 l" i39.世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
% K: |# Y0 U7 w  q* ?4 S: k2 |Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
+ F* d) j3 t# r
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.

0 w; I% k7 d" j# E/ F6 r41.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.

: y- ]$ b! Q9 k8 n; ]6 H) R/ \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。
7 ~0 c3 c8 J1 T, JThis 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.

43.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。”
Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

; D; V$ X8 l0 E44.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.
: `4 p, T& m- J$ _& h) w" z
45.沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
, o' V$ o% `" ASilence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
4 r$ e. R- W- A+ {+ @. p9 f
2 s0 r- [+ i6 s1 l0 I46.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.

47.夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。
  t" I6 m. Z" DThe night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
9 F, W* p& @. B  ]6 S/ ]
: G) ]2 T5 I0 z4 X48.权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
1 j* _: y; ~# o; j# L# K( z% y5 tPower takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
/ W  O  K7 y5 `# H% N
1 b( K0 L/ `- |2 f5 l* `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。”
% D# p) _# B* ~: J# Q! s: M& R) v3 RThe raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

% D3 R1 X  s* I51.蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
' {5 x3 d; _8 @: D5 h& T! D
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。
5 y9 |" m) ]1 z4 `0 x" }; k" c$ XLove! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
6 u6 ?# }9 \. o3 |% W8 [- NI can see your face and know you as bliss.
! S! @1 y/ Q1 }8 X4 ]/ L
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。
; ?) Q5 b% E3 s! n. P' M0 p% L2 L1 n' bThe leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
  F$ q! k: g- F7 B) afirefly 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。
$ G# G/ \% z* [4 w# S7 p. o% rIn the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.

4 o; ^) [3 e  r55.思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。
8 P) j/ T" p3 l: ?6 f! \0 r" a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.
# S( F+ }$ k+ h% Q  M, @0 W+ s
& [: L* p5 o5 i% u56.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.

4 H( ?/ }, v% ^$ m57.世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。
6 K% z* D0 e. T. M$ C3 D% ~, SThe world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.
; s, N" [% `1 k5 [$ A, p* M* V
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？
. G1 B7 a. q. {2 p. @) rThat 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?
& j7 w/ z6 _% L0 B
6 C" R% n5 E' B3 _8 r1 g2 Y" R59.思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
) s( q: d+ f; x1 ^9 s
& o4 \" P2 l! m/ [60.我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。
I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
0 Z7 M+ J" \" J2 Tfilled with love.

devilpe

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect
$ M0 L% }( b8 H6 p* L) G) w“完美”为了对“不完美”示爱，把自己装扮得美丽之极

yinyp8388

1# llhn123456
: W* S+ Y# [! N1 v  n, ^$ q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