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。”　　　　　　　　　　
/ ~/ Q* b4 I7 T5 y1 a' J8 KAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
/ O, A" i6 a6 ^/ O' i0 B& L# o! s. B9 TWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
9 J( P$ I+ u' Z２０.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.
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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: K1 ^& a9 C6 o0 J. {7 rI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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6 Q, d$ ]8 @9 E2 m1 r1 V* C- y/ ]２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
! A$ w0 P# r; fLeisure in its activity is work.
7 `, p0 l! a4 a, x, eThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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２３.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.
( ?/ W5 j5 m4 ZThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

, Q" q2 C. Y8 `" l* d" D" q２４.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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
( B6 j/ |$ V$ U7 @all things.
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２６.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。
! \2 l5 L4 F& }; B  BStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

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。
- S* H' J) T3 m+ P  NThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
( D- @2 L" G3 G. ~$ r/ Plonely bride of the storm.

$ z# ]+ `( m' J# {9 B２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
4 o/ _" s) x6 i! O% |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。”
I 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.

2 T+ i" E/ f& F２９.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
it mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
1 u' l6 L& q1 `( ^在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
8 }. M8 [0 X! m5 k% r- yIn fiction she moves with ease.