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,
! f4 z% A7 f. e, @% n3 ~1 GWhere is your dwelling-place?
! N) I# V( e8 T# Q  M6 [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.
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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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

% |& h# [0 x. U( _. I２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
, \. g% Z2 |- L$ BLeisure in its activity is work.
The 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。
1 N5 D: r0 N/ E0 z  @$ o1 CThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The 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。
. v. W/ {; n. z! xThe 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。
; l. p) L! @+ U5 hThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
5 R8 v$ `9 V1 U% XI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
& V; k$ g4 ^8 b/ H$ O0 z" mall things.
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: V" b1 S4 I% l9 R9 Y２６.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。
9 F7 \* L% i" [1 xStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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$ ?! w2 t* A& ]1 [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
lonely bride of the storm.

" {) {2 Z% T: i; F% X２８.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。”
6 a" [% n0 Y3 Z& ]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。
  y4 T/ M' {% i& N, Y( KTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
( G1 @  v7 M% ^/ m& fit mere change and no wealth.

4 }' G; n4 n5 _4 S1 I  V３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
8 T+ u+ R* O' e2 S2 O: c在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
9 O6 N) b+ i) S7 @Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
: L. V- \7 H  }In fiction she moves with ease.