泰戈尔诗6

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１９.“可能”问“不可能”道：“你住在什么地方呢？”它回答道：“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”　　　　　　　　　　
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
( S9 b  E" A; r$ W' ~Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
/ Z  W- @( {) c; f9 O% l2 e% C２０.如果你把所有的错误都关在门外时，真理也要被关在门外面了。　　If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.

' c; l" s( S1 _, l& i5 F２１.我听见有些东西在我心的忧闷后面萧萧作响，－－我不能看见它们。
: e! e: n9 y  HI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
8 }# v: G. W$ K---I cannot see them.

' k% s+ a- ]# S* h9 ~２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
+ [3 C7 w. A& U: w$ t( H$ |9 m, `Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

$ [( W  ]/ A, J% T% g$ q２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
. S$ R7 D) \+ f0 KThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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9 F; w' [$ s$ h( w' _5 A1 ~２５.阴雨的黄昏，风无休止地吹着。我看着摇曳的树枝，想念万物的伟大。
7 Y# @; e  X* v% x2 EThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
% n, Z" _7 L. [5 p4 Q1 ^6 DI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

4 E$ y  c( E: h' Z２６.子夜的风雨，如一个巨大的孩子，在不合时宜的黑夜里醒来，开始游戏和喧闹。
4 h" p) j* @6 |+ S  aStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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: p/ T- x; {7 X２７.海呀，你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀，你虽掀起波浪追随你的情人，但是无用呀。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

, g3 T1 A5 `- c6 _% S２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
0 z( Z7 b9 }, K, k工作对文字说道：“当我看见你的时，我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。”
8 L" G. T- H8 ZI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
! g; n# ^5 V7 I5 A. P+ Z/ `I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
/ D+ r$ Q+ j7 i* f' v. iit mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
- v. f6 Q7 k' v9 z+ F在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
' r7 W# a4 j; o6 U9 |, F3 y& LTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.