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。”　　　　　　　　　　
- W1 y/ s5 G  OAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
) n5 ^4 p0 z8 }' `% cWhere is your dwelling-place?
$ F1 K9 G1 E: v; i( q7 j1 |In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
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.

3 {4 c3 b0 o! T& ]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。
7 ^( R8 {% q- E/ y) tI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
, ^1 s' S, N/ Y- y0 X2 r---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。
Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

; E7 C+ p& {2 H; p２３.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.
/ R  }( I4 H- g  PThe 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。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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6 x0 s+ `* S1 k2 I9 V' V' v+ o２５.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.
' }  R6 ~5 l/ j$ c4 z7 cI 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.
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6 J( v2 |6 o1 f5 U  M9 f２７.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。
+ y0 ?; K5 U2 l8 X5 VThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
) H/ j& V4 D! ^6 e6 _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。”
- x% U% y6 W4 Z$ H' M, T: j/ z( J8 aI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
! U5 M3 h2 N3 XI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

! K; [- ^$ N9 Y1 o; y/ V2 T２９.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
" I3 S3 L! U, Q* E( s$ j9 iit mere change and no wealth.

* j9 d3 A% o. c5 R3 L+ c5 ]３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
' a, }# [8 Y$ k  z; {, s# j在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
( ?7 a7 F. C+ @/ FTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.