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。”　　　　　　　　　　
9 B( H% a; e) _8 hAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
6 I' i( m% F$ N3 |& ~# aWhere is your dwelling-place?
7 ]# G, c: s' ~' ?  ^$ ~+ DIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
: g$ `5 W7 u/ A' c. y２０.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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
0 D: T. O6 }4 l! T# q---I cannot see them.

, g; [2 q" G7 Y7 {% A* ]２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
2 ]1 h, c# z3 vLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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/ X7 b/ ?) |' U/ u7 I. a  U, p２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
1 Z" J, t7 }+ J6 h0 [The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
- t+ g" p/ ]. L# u$ H* P. wThe 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.

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。
8 K) x, A/ E: V  c) v% PThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
0 E( a$ V+ R" g0 w' K/ T( Eall things.
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; S2 ^8 b8 A3 D0 m5 g$ s２６.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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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" y  {: I* H$ t1 g' N' Y4 T２７.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
& A' n1 v' l3 _9 m8 w2 ^lonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
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。”
5 _$ \! E7 F; P: A" D1 mI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
  {: C  }3 a* k0 eI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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' M" r5 {8 O0 @6 C4 m２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
, G- i% F! r; C2 oTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
4 q" V$ Y' R9 W  ]' S" y6 l5 C, Wit mere change and no wealth.
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7 X  s; B# s, g) o; y5 W0 ~３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
% Z$ w, j9 F$ d* E" y在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
2 Z! z4 j1 T( L  U/ hIn fiction she moves with ease.