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。”　　　　　　　　　　
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
+ ?; M) G! s% SWhere is your dwelling-place?
7 m- D) x2 Q* oIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
. _# h0 Y( \* w. ?+ V' {0 s' m２０.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。
* U' O; a# G9 r. ~) j& ]I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
2 V) Z1 `1 Y( X---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。
0 _% [& l0 f+ P7 Z; ALeisure in its activity is work.
$ r  o* C9 c% T% X3 y2 vThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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! Z5 F) p# H( H/ K２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
6 O, {* X% f! p6 zThe 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。
# z, c, t6 x5 b9 _9 z' FThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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; n( ]) O. x% L２５.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。
% f+ q& W* a% R: K+ k4 F; kThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
1 T# \+ K; C( uI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
' A7 Z: _% f. Uall 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。
6 S* ^; f& D0 p( X( dStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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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。
3 B& G" |# |! L9 |' BThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
1 g; o% f7 S( I8 z- H$ y- blonely 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。”
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.

２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
1 Q; j) E) T/ `4 Y. _+ M3 zTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
4 B. k  I) h3 B) U; F% o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.