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。”　　　　　　　　　　
% b5 D* I! X2 I' QAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
' z$ u( g( Q5 w/ r２０.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.

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。
+ }: }6 @( A/ ^9 O. YI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
( V" y  p8 ]. M: K5 K8 N---I cannot see them.

3 p, E) l* v) I* {8 K２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
Leisure in its activity is work.
4 `9 K3 d& z9 k& C  z8 D- iThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

5 S4 g) t1 b; i( E２３.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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
, |  a# B! b5 l7 zThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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' H" e/ P- e& d) F" {1 e% k9 z２５.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.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
8 `8 Z# K$ g  F# f0 Lall things.

& o3 O' g# B2 G. m& e２６.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。
6 H# x) {0 _  l$ @& v. ^Storm 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
8 i, D( ]0 ^. q: ]- q& y% V4 Tlonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
% u6 t1 J: M- Z- ^' B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。”
0 O4 d5 D. m3 x0 }, G1 C$ W: uI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

5 E& o* q* j/ M4 ~- u- `２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
0 c- x' ]0 ]4 M, TTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
$ i% s8 a+ V9 I' f, {& l  `it mere change and no wealth.
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8 o+ f& r, p! \% I- N! C5 e6 w３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
( L: f, E- U3 y& T# C% R, G8 \. k在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
  `8 @8 h- n, N3 RTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.