雅思口语素材：泰戈尔诗篇集

　　1夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。

　　秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。

　　Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn， which have no songs， flutter and fall there with a sign.

　　2世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。

　　O Troupe of little vagrants of the world， leave your footprints in my words.

　　3世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。

　　它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。

　　The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song， as one kiss of the eternal.

　　4是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。

　　It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

　　5无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。

　　The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

　　6如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。

　　If you shed tears when you miss the sun， you also miss the stars.

　　7跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么?

　　The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement， dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

　　8她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。

　　Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

　　9有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。

　　我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。

　　Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

　　10忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。

　　Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

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　　有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微风似的，正在我的心上奏着潺潺的乐声。

　　Some unseen fingers， like an idle breeze， are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

　　12海水呀，你说的是什么?

　　是永恒的疑问。

　　天空呀，你回答的话是什么?

　　是永恒的沉默。

　　What language is thine， O sea?

　　The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer， O sky?

　　The language of eternal silence.

　　13静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。

　　Listen， my heart， to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

　　14创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。

　　The mystery of creation is like the darkness of nightit is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

　　15不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。

　　Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

　　16生命从世界得到资产，爱情使它得到价值。

　　Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world， and its worth by the claims of love.

　　34枯竭的河床，并不感谢它的过去。

　　The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

　　35鸟儿愿为一朵云。

　　云儿愿为一只鸟。

　　The bird wishes it were a cloud. The cloud wishes it were a bird.

　　36瀑布歌唱道：我得到自由时便有了歌声了。

　　The waterfall sing， I find my song， when I find my freedom.

　　37我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。

　　是为了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾记得的小小的需要。

　　I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks， or knows or remembers.

　　38妇人，你在料理家务的时候，你的手足歌唱着，正如山间的溪水歌唱着在小石中流过。

　　Woman， when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.

　　39当太阳横过西方的海面时，对着东方留下他的最后的敬礼。

　　The sun goes to cross the Western sea， leaving its last salutation to the East.

　　40不要因为你自己没有胃口而去责备你的食物。

　　Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.

　　41群树如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起脚来向天空窥望。

　　The trees， like the longings of the earth， stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven.

　　42你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。

　　You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

　　43水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的。

　　但是，人类却兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。

　　The fish in the water is silent， the animal on the earth is noisy，the bird in the air is singing. But Man has in him the silence of the sea， the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

　　44世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。

　　The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.

　　45他把他的刀剑当作他的上帝。

　　当他的刀剑胜利的时候他自己却失败了。

　　He has made his weapons his gods. When his weapons win he is defeated himself.

　　46神从创造中找到他自己。

　　God finds himself by creating.

　　47阴影戴上她的面幕，秘密地，温顺地，用她的沉默的爱的脚步，跟在光

　　后边。

　　Shadow， with her veil drawn， follows Light in secret meekness，with her silent steps of love.

　　48群星不怕显得象萤火那样。

　　The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

　　49谢谢神，我不是一个权力的轮子，而是被压在这轮子下的活人之一。

　　I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it.

　　50心是尖锐的，不是宽博的，它执着在每一点上，却并不活动。

　　The mind， sharp but not broad， sticks at every point but does not move.

　　我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。

　　I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment， nods to me and goes.