必背英文诗歌

1、There are some people who think love is sex and marriage and six o’clock-kisses and children, and perhaps it is, Miss Lester.

But do you know what I think? I think love is a touch and yet not a touch

有人说爱是一夜缠绵

爱是早上六点的亲吻

爱是怀中的襁褓

莱斯特，你可知道在我看来

爱是手伸出又收回的那只手--塞林格《破碎故事之心》

2、God kisses the finite in his love

and man the infinite

上帝对短暂有限的爱报以热吻

而人类在爱里却谈什么永恒-泰戈尔

3、One Day I'll Fly Away

leave all this to yesterday

我远走高飞

来路无悔--张天

4、I never saw a Moor-

I never saw the Sea-

Yet know I how the Heather looks

And what a Billow be.

I never spoke with God

Nor visited in Heaven-

Yet certain am I of the spot

As if the Checks were given-

我从未去过荒原，从未见过大海。

但我知道楠木的枝叶，和翻滚的巨浪。

我从未与上帝对谈，从未踏步天堂。

但我仿佛已被应允，

一定要去那个地方。-- 狄金森

5、Funeral Blues

He was my North, my South, my East and West.

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

《忧郁的赞礼》

他曾是我的四面八方

我的工作日，我的礼拜天

我的正午，我的半夜，我的呢喃，我的歌唱

我以为爱都能恒久流长

现在看来多么荒唐-- W. H. Auden

一、《天真之歌》

作者：英国威廉·布莱克

1、英文

Spring

Sound the Flute!

Now it's mute.

Birds delight

Day and Night.

Nightingale

In the dale

Lark in Sky

Merrily

Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year.

Little Boy

Full of joy.

Little Girl

Sweet and small.

Cock does crow,

So do you.

Merry voice,

Infant noise,

Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year.

Little Lamb,

Here I am,

Come and lick

My white neck.

Let me pull

Your soft Wool.

Let me kiss

Your soft face.

Merrily Merrily we welcome in the Year.

2、中文

把笛子吹起！

现在它无声无息。

白天夜晚

鸟儿们喜欢。

有一只夜莺

在山谷深深，

天上的云雀，

满心喜悦，

欢天喜地，

迎接新年到。

小小的男孩

无比欢快。

小小的女孩

玲珑可爱。

公鸡喔喔叫，

你也叫声高。

愉快的嗓音，

婴儿的闹声，

欢天喜地，

迎接新年到。

小小的羊崽，

这里有我在。

走过来舔舐，

我白白的脖子。

你的毛柔软，

让我牵一牵。

你的脸娇嫩，

让我吻一吻。

欢天喜地，

我们迎接新年到。

二、《给一位淑女》

作者：英国乔治·戈登·拜伦

1、英文

When Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers,

A moment linger'd near the gate,

Each scene recall'd the vanish'd hours,

And bade him curse his future fate.

But, wandering on through distant climes,

He learnt to bear his load of grief;

Just gave a sigh to other times,

And found in busier scenes relief.

Thus, Mary! will it be with me,

And I must view thy charms no more;

For, while I linger near to thee,

I sigh for all I knew before.

In flight I shall be surely wise,

Escaping from temptation's snare;

I cannot view my paradise

Without the wish of dwelling there.

2、中文

当人被逐出伊甸园门，

在门首盘桓，不忍遽去，

眼前的一切都枨触前尘，

都叫他诅咒未来的境遇。

此后，他远走异域关山，

学会了如何忍受悲苦；

对往日良辰只付之一叹，

借纷繁景象把心事排除。

亲爱的玛丽！我也像这般，

不得不与你芳姿告别；

倘若我在你左近盘桓，

我也会叹惜往日的一切。

远游能使我明智地脱险，

逃离此间魔障的引诱；

只要我还能见到这乐园，

就不甘默认我无福消受。

三、《雅典的女郎》

作者：英国乔治·戈登·拜伦

1、英文

Maid of Athens, ere we part,

Give, oh, give me back my heart!

Or, since that has left my breast,

Keep it now, and take the rest!

Hear my vow before I go,

Zωη μου, ασ? α?απω.

By those tresses unconfined,

Woo’d by each Aegean wind;

By those lids whose jetty fringe

Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge;

By those wild eyes like the roe,

Zωη μου, ασ? α?απω.

By that lip I long to taste;

By that zone-encircled waist；

By all the token-flowers that tell

What words can never speak so well；

By love's alternate joy and woe,

Zωη μου, ασ? α?απω.

Maid of Athens! I am gone：

Think of me, sweet! when alone.

Though I fly to Istambol,

Athens holds my heart and soul:

Can I cease to love thee? No!

Zωη μου, ασ? α?απω.

2、中文

趁我们还没分手的时光，

还我的心来，雅典的女郎！

不必了，心既已离开我胸口，

你就留着吧，把别的也拿走！

我临行立下了誓言，请听：

我爱你呵，你是我生命!

凭着你那些松散的发辫——

爱琴海清风将它们眷恋；

凭着你眼皮——那乌黑眼睫

亲吻你颊上嫣红的光泽；

凭着你小鹿般迷人的眼睛，

我爱你呵，你是我生命！

凭着我痴情渴慕的红唇；

凭着那丝带紧束的腰身；

凭着定情花——它们的暗喻

胜过了人间的千言万语；

凭着爱情的欢乐和酸辛，

我爱你呵，你是我生命!

我可真走了，雅典的女郎！

怀念我吧，在孤寂的时光

我身向伊斯坦布尔飞奔，

雅典却拘留了我的心魂：

我能够不爱你吗？不能！

我爱你呵，你是我生命！

四、《她走在美丽的光彩里》

作者：英国乔治·戈登·拜伦

1、英文

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty， like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies；

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes；

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies．

One shade more， one ray less，

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress，

Or softly lightens o’er her face；

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure， how dear their dwelling-place．

And on that cheek， and o’er that brow，

So soft， so calm， yet eloquent

The smiles that win， the tints that glow．

But tell of days in goodness spent，

A mind at peace with all below，

A heart whose love is innocent！

2、中文

她走在美丽的光彩中

她走在美的光彩中，像夜晚

皎洁无云而且繁星漫天；

明与暗的最美妙的色泽

在她的仪容和秋波里呈现：

耀目的白天只嫌光太强，

它比那光亮柔和而幽暗。

增加或减少一份明与暗

就会损害这难言的美。

美波动在她乌黑的发上，

或者散布淡淡的光辉

在那脸庞，恬静的思绪

指明它的来处纯洁而珍贵。

呵，那额际，那鲜艳的面颊，

如此温和，平静，而又脉脉含情，

那迷人的微笑，那容颜的光彩，

都在说明一个善良的生命：

她的头脑安于世间的一切，

她的心充溢着真纯的爱情！

五、《我见过你哭》

作者：英国乔治·戈登·拜伦

1、英文

I SAW THEE’WEEP

——George Gordon Byron

I saw thee weep the big bright tear

Came out that eye of blue;

And then me thought it did appear

A violet dropping dew:

I see thee smile

the sapphire’s blaze

Beside thee ceased to shine;

It could not match the living rays

That filled that glance of thine.

As clouds from yonder sun receive

A deep and mellow dye

Which scarce the shade of coming eve

Can banish from the sky,

Those smiles unto the moodiest mind

Their own pure joy impart;

Their sunshine leaves a glow behind

That lightens on the heart.

2、中文

我看过你哭——一滴明亮的泪

涌上了你蓝色的眼珠；

那时候，我心想，这岂不就是

一朵紫罗兰上垂着露；

我看过你笑——蓝宝石的火焰

在你前面也不再发闪，

呵，宝石的闪烁怎能比得上

你那一瞥的灵活的光线。

仿佛是乌云从远方的太阳

得到浓厚而柔和的色彩，

就是冉冉的黄昏的暗影

也不能将它从天空逐开；

你那微笑给我阴沉的脑中

也灌注了纯洁的欢乐；

你的容光留下了光明一闪，

直似太阳在我心里放射。

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一、花儿 (1) Merry, merry sparrow! 愉快，愉快的小麻雀！ Under leaves so green, 在如此翠绿的树叶下， A happy blossom 一朵幸福的花儿 Sees you, swift as arrow, 看着你，如箭般地敏捷， Seek your cradle narrow 在我的胸前寻找 Near my bosom. 你那窄小的摇篮。 (2) Pretty, pretty robin! 漂亮，漂亮的知更鸟！ Under leaves so green, 在如此翠绿的树叶下， A happy blossom 一朵幸福的花朵 Hears you sobbing, sobbing, 听到你呜咽，呜咽， Pretty, pretty, robin, 漂亮，漂亮的知更鸟！ Near my bosom. 在我的胸前盘旋。 二、William Blake, (The Tyger), TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?虎，虎，于黑夜的林木明亮如火团锦簇 是怎样的天工或神目 成就你惊人的雄姿？ 在多远的深渊或穹苍点燃 你双眼的烈焰？ 他挥动的是怎样的翅翼？ 捕捉火舌的是怎样的手指？ 用怎样的臂力和巧妙 把你的心脏打造？ 当你的心脏开始跳动 他有怎样的从容？ 是怎样的锤？是怎样的锁链？ 在怎样的熔炉里把你的脑筋锻炼？ 用怎样的铁砧？用怎样的掌力 紧紧握住这个致命的危机？ 当星辰纷纷把长矛抛纵 而且用泪水洒满天篷 他是否看着自己的作品微笑？ 他是否创制了你又创制羊羔？ 虎，虎，于黑夜的林木 明亮如火团锦簇 是怎样的天工或神目 成就你惊人的雄姿？ 三、Rupert Brooke, (The Soldier), If I should die, think only this of me:That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England. There shall beIn that rich earth a richer dust concealed;A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,A body of England's, breathing English air,Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.四、Robert Browning, (Home-Thoughts, from Abroad), I.Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April's there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England--now!!II.And after April, when May follows,And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedgeLeans to the field and scatters on the cloverBlossoms and dewdrops--at the bent spray's edge--That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,Lest you should think he never could recaptureThe first fine careless rapture!And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,All will be gay when noontide wakes anewThe buttercups, the little children's dower--Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!五、Robbie Burns, (A red, red rose), O my luve's like a red, red rose. That's newly sprung in June;O my luve's like a melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I will love thee still, my Dear,Till a'the seas gang dry.Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,And the rocks melt wi' the sun:I will luve thee still, my Dear,While the sands o'life shall run.And fare thee weel my only Luve!And fare thee weel a while!And I will come again, my Luve,Tho' it were ten thousand mile!六、Lord Byron, (She walks in Beauty), 1She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellow'd to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.2One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impair'd the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o'er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how dear their dwelling place.3And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent!七、Lewis Carroll, (Jabberwocky), `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe."Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought --So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back."And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy!O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.八、G.K.Chesterton, (The Donkey), When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will; Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb, I keep my secret still. Fools! For I also had my hour; One far fierce hour and sweet: There was a shout about my ears, And palms before my feet. 九、G.K.Chesterton (again:-) , (The Rolling English Road), Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire, And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire; A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head. I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire, And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire; But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made, Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands, The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands. His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun? The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which, But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch. God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier. My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage, Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age, But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth, And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death; For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen, Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green. 还有：诗人（作品）Roald Dahl, (The Tummy Beast), William Henry Davies, (Leisure), Leigh Hunt, (Jenny kissed me), John Keats, (On first looking into Chapman's Homer), Rudyard Kipling, (IF - ), Philip Larkin, (This be the verse), Edward Lear, (The owl and the pussy-cat), John Gillespie Magee, (High Flight), Walter de la Mare, (Silver), John Masefield, (Cargoes), John Masefield (again:-) , (Sea Fever), Wilfred Owen, (Dulce et decorum est), Henry Reed, (Naming of Parts), William Shakespeare, (Shall I compare thee . . .), Percy Bysshe Shelley, (Ozymandias of Egypt), Stevie Smith, (Not waving but drowning), Dylan Thomas, (Do not go gentle into that good night), Edward Thomas, (Adlestrop), W.B. Yeats, (The Second Coming), William Wordsworth, (The daffodils), William Wordsworth (again:-) , (Upon Westminister Bridge).

马丁·路德 I have a dreamFive score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of bad captivity. But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live up to the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal.” I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color if their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day down in Alabama with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning. My country, ’ tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing:Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims’ pride,From every mountainsideLet freedom ring.And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York!Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slops of California!But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi!From every mountainside, let freedom ring!When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God almighty, we are free at last!” 我有一个梦想 一百年前，一位伟大的美国人签署了解放黑奴宣言，今天我们就是在他的雕像前集会。这一庄严宣言犹如灯塔的光芒，给千百万在那摧残生命的不义之火中受煎熬的黑奴带来了希望。它的到来犹如欢乐的黎明，结束了束缚黑人的漫漫长夜。 然而一百年后的今天，黑人还没有得到自由，一百年后的今天，在种族隔离的镣铐和种族歧视的枷锁下，黑人的生活备受压榨。一百年后的今天，黑人仍生活在物质充裕的海洋中一个贫困的孤岛上。一百年后的今天，黑人仍然萎缩在美国社会的角落里，并且意识到自己是故土家园中的流亡者。今天我们在这里集会，就是要把这种骇人听闻的情况公诸于众。 我并非没有注意到，参加今天集会的人中，有些受尽苦难和折磨，有些刚刚走出窄小的牢房，有些由于寻求自由，曾早居住地惨遭疯狂迫害的打击，并在警察暴行的旋风中摇摇欲坠。你们是人为痛苦的长期受难者。坚持下去吧，要坚决相信，忍受不应得的痛苦是一种赎罪。 让我们回到密西西比去，回到阿拉巴马去，回到南卡罗莱纳去，回到佐治亚去，回到路易斯安那去，回到我们北方城市中的贫民区和少数民族居住区去，要心中有数，这种状况是能够也必将改变的。我们不要陷入绝望而不能自拔。 朋友们，今天我对你们说，在此时此刻，我们虽然遭受种种困难和挫折，我仍然有一个梦想。这个梦是深深扎根于美国的梦想中的。 我梦想有一天，这个国家会站立起来，真正实现其信条的真谛：“我们认为这些真理是不言而喻的；人人生而平等。” 我梦想有一天，在佐治亚的红山上，昔日奴隶的儿子将能够和昔日奴隶主的儿子坐在一起，共叙兄弟情谊。 我梦想有一天，甚至连密西西比州这个正义匿迹，压迫成风，如同沙漠般的地方，也将变成自由和正义的绿洲。 我梦想有一天，我的四个孩子将在一个不是以他们的肤色，而是以他们的品格优劣来评判他们的国度里生活。 我今天有一个梦想。 我梦想有一天，阿拉巴马州能够有所转变，尽管该州州长现在仍然满口异议，反对联邦法令，但有着一日，那里的黑人男孩和女孩将能够与白人男孩和女孩情同骨肉，携手并进。 我今天有一个梦想。 我梦想有一天，幽谷上升，高山下降，坎坷曲折之路成坦途，圣光披露，满照人间。 这就是我们的希望。我怀着这种信念回到南方。有了这个信念，我们将能从绝望之岭劈出一块希望之石。有了这个信念，我们将能把这个国家刺耳的争吵声，改变成为一支洋溢手足之情的优美交响曲。有了这个信念，我们将能一起工作，一起祈祷，一起斗争，一起坐牢，一起维护自由；因为我们知道，终有一天，我们是会自由的。 在自由到来的那一天，上帝的所有儿女们将以新的含义高唱这支歌：“我的祖国，美丽的自由之乡，我为您歌唱。您是父辈逝去的地方，您是最初移民的骄傲，让自由之声响彻每个山冈。” 如果美国要成为一个伟大的国家，这个梦想必须实现。让自由之声从新罕布什尔州的巍峨峰巅响起来！让自由之声从纽约州的崇山峻岭响起来！让自由之声从宾夕法尼亚州阿勒格尼山的顶峰响起！让自由之声从科罗拉多州冰雪覆盖的落矶山响起来！让自由之声从加利福尼亚州蜿蜒的群峰响起来！不仅如此，还要让自由之声从佐治亚州的石岭响起来！让自由之声从田纳西州的了望山响起来！让自由之声从密西西比州的每一座丘陵响起来！让自由之声从每一片山坡响起来。 当我们让自由之声响起来，让自由之声从每一个大小村庄、每一个州和每一个城市响起来时，我们将能够加速这一天的到来，那时，上帝的所有儿女，黑人和白人，犹太人和非犹太人，新教徒和天主教徒，都将手携手，合唱一首古老的黑人灵歌：“终于自由啦！终于自由啦！感谢全能的上帝，我们终于自由啦！”

peoplelaugh,andpeoplecrysomegiveup,somealwaystrysomesayhi,whilesomesaybyesomemayforgetyou,butneveri觉得蛮有感觉的。它把人与人的不同，人与人之间的奋斗，人与人之间的联系，和人与人之间的情感都提到了。可是说来说去，重要的却只有那最后一句而已；但若只有最后一句的话，又好像略显单薄了。总之是恰到好处啊！！本来网上还有一个版本的，前面都一样，只是最后一句不同：somewillforgetyou,butneverwilli.虽然意思相同，但一下子就觉得不如上面那个更老的版本了。有的时候，语法在美感面前是微不足道的。把那个“will”去掉，再读一遍诗，会发现很有韵律，身心都随着诗句震动时，诗的美感也就很容易地体现出来了。哈哈，我还悄悄地把最后一句的“others”改成了现在的“some”，本人以本人浅薄的英语功底来看，还是觉得挺得意的。呵呵，突然觉得自己有文化的了！都可以看英文诗了！自恋ing～～这首诗可以送给谁呢？即将分别的朋友，还是远在他乡的恋人？个人认为它挺适合我们现在这种要离开家乡，到遥远的异乡去奋斗的孩子们的。（

泰戈尔的。够经典吧。 The furthest distance in the world 世界上最遥远的距离 Is not between life and death 不是生与死 But when I stand in front of you 而是 我就站在你面前 Yet you don't know that I love you 你却不知道我爱你 The furthest distance in the world 世界上最遥远的距离 Is not when I stand in front of you 不是 我就站在你面前 Yet you can't see my love 你却不知道我爱你 But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both 而是 明明知道彼此相爱 Yet cannot be together 却不能在一起 The furthest distance in the world 世界上最遥远的距离 Is not being apart while being in love 不是 明明知道彼此相爱 却不能在一起 But when painly can not resist the yearning 而是 明明无法抵挡这股思念 Yet prending you have never been in my heart 却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里 The furthest distance in world 世界上最遥远的距离 Is not but using one's different heart 不是 明明无法抵挡这股思念 却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里 To dig an uncrossable river 而是 用自己冷漠的心对爱你的人 For the one who loves you 掘了一条无法跨越的沟渠

泰戈尔的诗，很美的，短小易懂 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. 11 有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微风思的，正在我的心上奏着婵媛的乐声。 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 night--it 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 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. 17 这些微思，是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。 There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. 18 你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。 What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 19 神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的哥声中喧叫着呢。 让我只是静听着吧。 My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen. 20 我不能选择那最好的。 是那最好的选择我。 I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. 21 那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了自己前面。 They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 22 我的存在，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。 That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life. 23 “我们萧萧的树叶都有声响回答那风和雨。你是谁呢，那样的沉默着？” “我不过是一朵花。” We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent? I am a mere flower. 24 休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。 Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. 25 人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。 Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth. 26 神希望我们酬答他，在于他送给我们的花朵，而不在于太阳和土地。 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth. 27 光明如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，它不知道人是会欺诈的。 The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie. 28 啊，美呀，在爱中找你自己吧，不要到你镜子的谄谀去找寻。 O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror. 29 我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上冲激着，以热泪在上边写着她的题记：“我爱你。” My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words, I love thee. 30 “月儿呀，你在等候什么呢？” “向我将让位给他的太阳致敬。” Moon, for what do you wait? To salute the sun for whom I must make way. 31 绿树长到了我的窗前，仿佛是茵哑的大地发出的渴望的声音。 The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32 神自己的清晨，在他自己看来也是新奇的。 His own mornings are new surprises to God. 33 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 appetite41 群树如表示大地的愿望似的，掂起脚来向天空窥望。 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 他把他的刀剑当着他的上帝。 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 群星不怕显得向萤火那样。 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 wit 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. 51 你的偶象委散在尘土中了，这可证明神的尘土比你的偶象还伟大。 You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol. 52 人不能在他的历史中表现出他自己，他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。 Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it. 53 玻（王离）灯因为瓦灯叫它做表兄而责备瓦灯。但明月出来时，玻（王离） 灯却温和地微笑着，叫明月为－－－“我亲爱的，亲爱的姐姐。” While the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it cousin the moon rises, and the glass lamp, with a bland smile, calls her, "---My dear, dear sister." 54 我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波涛滚滚地流 开，我们也分别了。 Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart. 55 我的白昼已经完了，我象一只泊在海滩上的小船，（言帝）听着晚潮跳舞的 乐声。 My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening. 56 我们的生命是天赋的，我们惟有献出生命，才能得到生命。 Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. 57 当我们是大为谦卑的时候，便是我们最接近伟大的时候。 We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. 58 麻雀看见孔雀负担着它的（令羽）尾，替它担忧。 The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail. 59 决不要害怕刹那－－永恒之声这样唱着。 Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting. 60 风于无路之中寻求最短之路，又突然地在“无何有之国”终之了它的追求。 The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere. 61 在我自己的杯中，饮了我的酒吧，朋友。 一倒在别人的杯里，这酒的腾跳的泡沫便要消失了。 Take my wine in my own cup, friend. It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others. 62 “完全”为了对“不全”的爱，把自己装饰得美丽。 The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect. 63 神对人说：“我医治你所以伤害你，爱你所以惩罚你。” God says to man, I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish. 64 谢谢火焰给你光明，但是不要忘了那执灯的人，他是坚忍地站在黑暗当中呢。 Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience. 65 小草呀，你的足步虽小，但是你拥有你足下的土地。 Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread. 66 幼花的蓓蕾开放了，它叫道：“亲爱的世界呀，请不要萎谢了。” The infant flower opens its bud and cries, Dear World, please do not fade. 67 神对于那些大帝国会感到厌恶，却决不会厌恶那些小小的花朵。 God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers. 68 错误经不起失败，但是真理却不怕失败。 Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can. 69 瀑布歌唱道：“虽然渴者只要少许的水便够了，我却很快活地给与了我的全 部的水。 I give my whole water in joy, sings the waterfall, though little of it is enough for the thirsty. 70 把那些花朵抛掷上去的那一阵子无休无止的狂欢大喜的劲儿，其源泉是在哪 里呢？ Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy? 71 樵夫的斧头，问树要斧柄。 树便给了他。 The woodcutters axe begged for its handle from the tree. The tree gave it. 72 这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。 In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain. 73 贞操是从丰富的爱情中生出来的财富。 Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love. 74 雾，象爱情一样，在山峰的心上游戏，生出种种美丽的变幻。 The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out surprises of beauty. 75 我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。 We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us. 76 诗人－－风，正出经海洋森林，追求它自己的歌声。 The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice. 77 每一个孩子出生时都带来信息说：神对人并未灰心失望。 Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. 78 绿草求她地上的伴侣。 树木求他天空的寂寞。 The grass seeks her crowd in the earth. The tree seeks his solitude of the sky. 79 人对他自己建筑起堤防来。 Man barricades against himself. 80 我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，象那海水的低吟声绕在静听着的松林之间。 Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines. 81 这个不可见的黑暗之火焰，以繁星为其火花的，到底是什么呢？ What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars? 82 使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。 Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. 83 那想做好人的，在门外敲着门；那爱人，的看见门敞开着。 He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open. 84 在死的时候，众多和而为一；在生的时候，一化为众多。 神死了的时候，宗教便将合而为一。 In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many. Religion will be one when God is dead. 85 艺术家是自然的情人，所以他是自然的奴隶，也是自然的主人。 The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master. 86 “你离我有多远呢，果实呀？” “我藏在你心里呢，花呀。” How far are you from me, O Fruit? I am hidden in your heart, O Flower. 87 这个渴望是为了那个在黑夜里感觉得到，在大白天里却看不见的人。 This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day. 88 露珠对湖水说道；“你是在荷叶下面的大露珠，我是在荷叶上面的较小的露 珠。” You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side, said the dewdrop to the lake. 89 刀鞘保护刀的锋利，它自己则满足于它的迟钝。 The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword. 90 在黑暗中，“一”视如一体；在光亮中，“一”便视如众多。在静听着的松林之间。 In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold. 91 大地借助于绿草，显出她自己的殷勤好客。 The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass 92 绿叶的生与死乃是旋风的急骤的旋转，它的更广大的旋转的圈子乃是在天上 繁星之间徐缓的转动。 The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars. 93 权势对世界说道：“你是我的。” 世界便把权势囚禁在她的宝座下面。 爱情对世界说道：“我是你的。” 世界便给予爱情以在它屋内来往的自由。 Power said to the world, You are mine. The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, I am thine. The world gave it the freedom of her house. 94 浓雾仿佛是大地的愿望。 它藏起了太阳，而太阳原是她所呼求的。 The mist is like the earth's desire. It hides the sun for whom she cries. 95 安静些吧，我的心，这些大树都是祈祷者呀。 Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers. 96 瞬刻的喧声，讥笑着永恒的音乐。 The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal. 97 我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多别的时代，以及这些时代之被遗 忘，我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。 I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away. 98 我灵魂里的忧郁就是她的新婚的面纱。 这面纱等候着在夜间卸去。 The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil. It waits to be lifted in the night. 99 死之印记给生的钱币以价值，使它能够用生命来购买那真正的宝物。 Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious. 100 白云谦逊地站在天之一隅。 晨光给它戴上霞彩。 The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky. The morning crowned it with splendour. 101 尘土受到损辱，却以她的花朵来报答。 The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers. 102 只管走过去，不必逗留着采了花朵来保存，因为一路上花朵自会继续开放的。 Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way. 103 根是地下的枝。 枝是空中的根。 Roots are the branches down in the earth. Branches are roots in the air. 104 远远去了的夏之音乐，翱翔于秋间，寻求它的旧垒。 The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. 105 不要从你自己的袋里掏出勋绩借给你的朋友，这是污辱他的。 Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket. 106 无名的日子的感触，攀缘在我的心上，正象那绿色的苔藓，攀 缘在老树的周身。 The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree. 107 回声嘲笑她的原声，以证明她是原声。 The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original. 108 当富贵利达的人夸说他得到神的特别恩惠时，上帝却羞了。 God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour. 109 我投射我自己的影子在我的路上，因为我有一盏还没有燃点起来的明灯。 I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted. 110 人走进喧哗的群众里去，为的是要淹没他自己的沉默的呼号。 Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silenc