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。”　　　　　　　　　　
9 L" G# h; s& G1 x% gAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
0 t  i" U7 `* F' d( _Where is your dwelling-place?
5 V8 W$ p3 {6 S1 O+ f* |In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
& @% U2 @4 ~, a  q& m3 S5 S２０.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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2 {: v' L& }# T5 `9 ?  m; l7 D２１.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,
5 X. i' Q. p+ X---I cannot see them.
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( B) v; Q9 k. H- `) Y6 ]! C' i２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
+ n) d# V! s! ?6 oLeisure in its activity is work.
% y) `" C! I( z% ^; F6 {$ A. [' X6 uThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

3 g( x2 N( H' z6 [8 e. j２３.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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

5 t+ `( u* j, z. D) R) b! w' m２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
& z9 E" J' F+ e3 g+ T/ HThe 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。
: o1 n& e2 F+ W0 h/ wThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

+ E  M9 R/ m* a( h" i- H. i２６.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。
& b: d( S7 t" a2 BStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

! O& u0 d) y5 @6 s! H- k２７.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
1 t% ]. @" @9 u+ U0 W$ n5 K3 p  e8 Slonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
; I8 v% u: l& G8 k+ w0 O5 s( H4 F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
6 q! d9 P6 z. e" n7 |6 R& dit mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
! e+ J3 b/ M1 L: b6 @% s8 GTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.