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。”　　　　　　　　　　
  |/ O, r7 e  }& r. jAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
, ^) l8 p5 _- r) K6 h' [5 H7 nIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
5 g0 [6 K. Y' l4 ~: 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.

6 D  z7 U3 o/ `" ?& U２１.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。
8 O' G0 B! ~, EI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
# c8 c* P5 s; q% C---I cannot see them.

２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
' C8 G0 I4 p! sLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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8 Z8 f' s" r0 o２３.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.
& z) G$ O% S: y3 xThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

5 F6 Z: W. c" B* @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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0 Z9 r8 g; x3 ~1 E3 ?% s２５.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。
$ C! g5 `3 H* x( |  }5 a: q9 F' ]This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

. f1 F3 }( S) x$ {+ L* `' m: c) `! W２７.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。
9 n& I, t! y9 o1 UThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
+ p* K/ |4 \2 R4 W8 I# Llonely bride of the storm.

0 u( L* z7 R, u' A# ]2 h$ {/ i: N２８.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。”
I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
$ B: Y) g* c, g( B* }I 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
% q7 t7 b8 ~- ^! M( jit mere change and no wealth.

1 Z5 J( r  \# ^6 p* R- b３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
7 P" i0 n6 q- c% v3 a在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
, W- X" y# B" K) w, R7 b7 R4 ^Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.