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。”　　　　　　　　　　
' j, |) z5 H+ [7 @Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
  B' C# w7 A9 j4 ?  MWhere is your dwelling-place?
; D& h" B) l* l5 \+ |In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
* I2 M, Y9 I( s9 ]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.
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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。
% E( ]7 E9 F; W: Z4 U" p, QI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
# [' G1 l" D1 t4 z1 R, K---I cannot see them.
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7 ?; }: M2 d/ f- [/ f2 m4 Y２２.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.
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/ I! Z, _, u, B# W２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
3 |/ u, i/ i" M5 I$ iThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

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.

7 @& j9 L, l! z6 G5 G0 {* a２５.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: h' ^8 v& @: T. D9 ^: s0 N* i$ p7 TThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
# F  S, Z- ?* N8 SI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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: M; M* O: P  M1 {8 ^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
$ Y1 a" q  t: {5 j/ x) q* l2 W2 X5 L% ulonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
6 X4 ?: I: w% P, u: l, y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。”
# r0 p, G) X" @, {: ?7 U" ^I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
+ a8 W. ~% p) B" O% b% bI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

" _, d+ i- ^* y3 n+ w２９.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。
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
9 M$ D5 C+ C( S) }# ZIn fiction she moves with ease.