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,
  l; u% P7 O. B/ h/ pWhere is your dwelling-place?
. L3 Q" S5 Z( Q' X3 P5 `$ o, v4 OIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
' r% ?" m. l* K  N- }0 q- {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.

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.

2 [, Y4 v8 m/ z" D8 `) G- n* x２２.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.
' C; H9 v3 G: Y/ nThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

  Y  M) ?' p! m２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
& Q$ D5 B+ x' [# I8 uThe 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。
* T7 |9 a8 K. M1 Z( ^) @4 DThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

3 i+ v7 M. x$ q% c２６.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。
5 k# P- v& L) E6 cStorm 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
7 j" s0 F- {5 L( T/ a; Tlonely bride of the storm.

1 F# }. X' ^  {' c% V２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
. H% |, _' g9 k; Y8 i- O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。”
' u' {$ ?9 i2 g9 CI 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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. w; d$ u  }. ?- N% R* c+ [7 I/ q２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
7 _) d. \% j( I) G% PTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
4 D9 q3 |$ i6 E  J% Vit mere change and no wealth.
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+ w& @8 E2 e1 v7 a4 o３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
6 X$ t3 o. w& F在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
+ ?$ ^) U, ?* @. L1 u. cTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.