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,
4 g$ j+ V1 n) D# f, g# O. \' H7 dWhere is your dwelling-place?
9 v* G6 u( w7 j  {0 cIn 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.

; x! M4 y, W  l/ H/ {4 C8 z, G２１.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。
& @6 ~9 c% A; G: f5 g" B' @% o+ }I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

2 v5 f: U8 K2 h' I! s6 Z- f/ ?２２.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.
2 U- z9 k! K. j5 aThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

# C1 K3 o0 r$ ]. D２３.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.
& j5 S; @; s1 g# E2 F7 \4 ^The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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4 L6 l) j' [: P6 G% ?２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
% f4 A7 ~) L7 l+ }3 k1 {' x6 p- oThe 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。
4 S# H) r, M  a% ~This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
/ M7 ~! [: N* x0 U% F! I* }all things.

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。
4 Z3 ]6 s: q; D+ }Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

) L+ s# [; _+ h  F' H) S! _# e5 m２７.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。
) i& F0 W' s! X* L# @5 f3 a7 IThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
2 l$ i% A" ]9 R3 c. ?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
& K$ Q" n" H- m' s( j3 Git mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
+ S( v2 E) X& Y* l+ E在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
( Z! k% J6 O1 x% N+ ~; `  X, BTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
0 F; R8 |- R8 G  i! hIn fiction she moves with ease.