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。”　　　　　　　　　　
& Q7 ?- l+ K: O; H; d1 b) fAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
0 R. Z: `, U, W0 pIn 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.

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。
1 P$ d" h1 v: e. T( sI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
/ R$ @/ J3 h: m' Z- m5 V---I cannot see them.

  H8 a/ s( w+ s( t２２.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.
5 |. z( [6 U! T* e' qThe 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。
6 l) U+ P) K+ |- z/ lThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
  y& N9 C5 v) ]" e: J) jThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

. Q+ ^8 r. K0 a5 ]& _% G. O２４.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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" I8 J0 w+ b1 e  M! w２５.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。
" m" z, q, U5 |0 [. z+ AThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
# z2 w& J! [4 ^2 O1 b, ~& `all things.
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  ]/ v5 Z, C0 e+ `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。
+ a" C: S& C' K# W* z" _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。
2 x* c6 V  I0 }' g+ K; h3 `Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
& q- v7 L9 s) V; c% dlonely bride of the storm.

% W* u/ b6 U+ q$ {9 f/ m２８.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。”
& a, b. _9 S3 z5 TI 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.

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
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。
  }4 m, \0 K1 m0 W; h9 K- T在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.