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。”　　　　　　　　　　
8 o6 r9 X8 w: a  ^Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
0 Z. Y# I# ?" `' c7 e6 {/ x6 IWhere is your dwelling-place?
9 P% N, M! G9 t8 \In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
6 I7 Y% J* M& @- v( i' |. b$ v+ C２０.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.
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, i$ ]9 T+ z* ~6 X' q, ^9 M２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
+ r; W+ T! n$ a; v7 o; eLeisure 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。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
5 k% w% G7 |3 [! W( OThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

! n) M3 O; Y0 @* `8 l２４.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.
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5 N. p, C* j; z5 s- G3 p２５.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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
& T/ [( r; N- s' |* \* X8 j0 F$ JI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all 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。
% z1 R- S5 q/ C- |( _Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

" P) `6 [4 r3 r  H/ X( [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
8 Y# ?4 W! v* Qlonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
9 F0 w, E$ U4 a  {. o1 }. 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。
; y: E, J0 _/ g. N; P5 ETime 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。
7 M" e8 \: D; e& B$ _3 e在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
" X# k+ q% |( R0 _Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.