爱华网泰戈尔作为亚洲第一位获得诺贝尔文学奖的作家，是印度文学史上的一座丰碑，对印度近现代文学影响深远而巨大。下面是小编带来的关于泰戈尔英文诗阅读，欢迎阅读!
关于泰戈尔英文诗阅读篇一
in the deep shadows of the rainy july ,with secret steps,
在七月淫雨的忧郁中，你迈着神秘的步子
thou walkest,silent as night ,eluding all watchers.
如夜一般的沉寂，躲过了一切守望者
today the morning has closed its eyes ,
现在 黎明已经合眼
heedless of the insistent calls of the loud east wind ,
不理会狂啸东风的不懈呼唤
and a thick veil has been drawn over the ever-wakeful blue sky.
一张厚重的纱幕遮住了永远清醒的碧空
the woodlands have hushed their songs,
林地里 歌声止住
and doors are all shut at every house .
家家户户闭上了门
thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street.
凄清的大街上，你这孤独的旅人
oh my only friend,my best beloved,
噢 我唯一的朋友 我的最爱
the gates are open in my house -do not pass by like a dream.
我的家门敞开着——请不要如梦幻般从我面前溜走
关于泰戈尔英文诗阅读篇二
我一无所求
I asked nothing， only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree.
我一无所求，只站在林边树后。
Languor was still upon the eyes of the dawn， and the dew in the air.
倦意还逗留在黎明的眼上，露润在空气里。
The lazy smell of the damp grass hung in the thin mist above the earth.
湿草的懒味悬垂在地面的薄雾中。
Under the banyan tree you were milking the cow with your hands， tender and fresh as butter.
在榕树下你用乳油般柔嫩的手挤着牛奶。
And I was standing still.
我沉静地站立着。
I did not come near you.
我没有走近你。
The sky woke with the sound of the gong at the temple.
天空和庙里的锣声一同醒起。
The dust was raised in the road from the hoofs of the driven cattle.
街尘在驱走的牛蹄下飞扬。
With the gurgling pitchers at their hips， women came from the river.
把汩汩发响的水瓶搂在腰上，女人们从河边走来。
Your bracelets were jingling， and foam brimming over the jar.
你的钏镯丁当，乳沫溢出罐沿。
The morning wore on and I did not come near you.
晨光渐逝而我没有步近你。
关于泰戈尔英文诗阅读篇三
生如夏花
I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart
Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting
Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of
Eventually swaying in the desert oasis
I believe I am
Born as the bright summer flowers
Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule
Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome
Bored
我听见回声，来自山谷和心间
以寂寞的镰刀收割空旷的灵魂
不断地重复决绝，又重复幸福
终有绿洲摇曳在沙漠
我相信自己
生来如同璀璨的夏日之花
不凋不败，妖治如火
承受心跳的负荷和呼吸的累赘
乐此不疲
I heard the music, from the moon and carcass
Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty
Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure
There are always memories throughout the earth
I believe I am
Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture
Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle
Occult
我听见音乐，来自月光和胴体
辅极端的诱饵捕获飘渺的唯美
一生充盈着激烈，又充盈着纯然
总有回忆贯穿于世间
我相信自己
死时如同静美的秋日落叶
不盛不乱，姿态如烟
即便枯萎也保留丰肌清骨的傲然
玄之又玄
I hear love, I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae
As desolate micro-burst of wind
Bleeding through my veins
Years stationed in the belief
我听见爱情，我相信爱情
爱情是一潭挣扎的蓝藻
如同一阵凄微的风
穿过我失血的静脉
驻守岁月的信念
I believe that all can hear
Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own
Some can not grasp the moment
Left to the East to go West, Gu, the dead must not return to
See, I head home Zanhua, in full bloom along the way all the way
Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain
我相信一切能够听见
甚至预见离散，遇见另一个自己
而有些瞬间无法把握
任凭东走西顾，逝去的必然不返
请看我头置簪花，一路走来一路盛开
频频遗漏一些，又深陷风霜雨雪的感动
Prajna Paramita, soon as soon as
Shengruxiahua dead, as an autumn leaf
Also care about what has
般若波罗蜜，一声一声
生如夏花，死如秋叶
还在乎拥有什么
