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。”　　　　　　　　　　
+ Q7 m" K4 o; w5 RAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
1 d; V, y: J' o' m$ z: nWhere is your dwelling-place?
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.

8 i% y0 G% M% O; R２１.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。
& D! O0 b% t  c; J( cI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
9 P, s2 c  d9 F% M' e0 E---I cannot see them.
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２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
! G6 _3 B; ]4 q0 l; b: X- e  Q' }Leisure in its activity is work.
, e9 |$ w. s7 VThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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" m2 i0 z. t, R0 A  M- R! \: A4 b6 \6 v２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
/ }2 b# c; g+ XThe 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。
: A9 o2 h" l8 _  U% XThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

; \' E& h. T, d+ X: F２５.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.
2 E, Y7 U! l' [I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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3 J1 }5 v" X8 T2 j7 N5 D, G  x$ 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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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9 G7 h5 v2 A, A0 i4 v２７.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。
# R$ |) I" K# K9 u7 F0 PThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
$ |6 |. J2 v0 ~lonely bride of the storm.

  ?" E. r! e0 d- K& ^3 f0 ?, P0 {２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
1 c" e" A8 w7 t9 q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.
9 T; [& o- z+ U% e9 H- ~' |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。
7 o9 v, R6 P4 z- X2 t8 x! d% iTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
- T; p7 f8 I: u; r5 git mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
# g5 {! ], Q+ m" b2 aTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.