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。”　　　　　　　　　　
3 ]7 E' X% w4 b: AAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
/ ?. L  R; ]) ?/ eWhere is your dwelling-place?
9 H! M9 g7 R' e* U+ i: UIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
' Q0 @1 Y3 M2 a7 p* N& |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.

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,
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& f* a  a& G2 ?# y6 [+ U9 w２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
& J( r% K" N+ }4 s* _8 jLeisure in its activity is work.
9 l1 L0 k3 u/ }9 h) D2 MThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
" ?) s1 r" l% i( c' p% s9 BThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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/ N1 E' C  V" C" Y3 \２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
# q. m4 u9 J5 Z+ {  \6 C; o  FThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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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。
" [' D% H5 z- u6 D0 uThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
& ^9 ~  r6 E, q3 M5 v; ?9 kall 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.

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。”
8 g3 U9 I! C$ K7 X2 b$ m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.
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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
& n, ^: v1 _6 F6 `it mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
$ v9 D* n+ Z( j. B1 Z+ }在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
! K# _9 K5 W7 }' i7 A- I5 n& NTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.