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,
Where is your dwelling-place?
& K7 c+ M' u7 h! g0 X, }% p# `In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
２０.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.

$ p; {! k# V3 H6 S  {２１.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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

- h% R0 m1 k. ~+ Z. S２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
% f$ s" e' v! N) W4 P# [0 d' bLeisure in its activity is work.
: R! B& q; w& m& [% @$ [+ |The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

9 o' d2 x. L( _  _" L" O２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
; ~8 ]2 |' W/ W1 X8 e7 iThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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8 c/ u& s$ y9 i1 ^2 P" {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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, z8 ^* ?# L  `# z* c; y8 ?' M２５.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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
! A" I/ ?, F3 `I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
, L! b4 R: }( D; \: vall things.

$ D( C* r4 P) Y6 n２６.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。
! W- S) V; F/ M3 s" P- ~. j0 rStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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２７.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.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
- [6 @0 U0 H7 f. q( ]2 \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。”
& _7 l- ]3 P3 P2 KI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
. A& G3 b3 }1 i( wI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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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
+ T2 c/ Z4 G6 R+ j$ ~it mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
7 t; P; k4 P+ L0 nTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.