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。”　　　　　　　　　　
' r- L% T' N6 @/ a3 \- C, p5 fAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
  ]; Q$ S+ a7 d- U0 l* FWhere is your dwelling-place?
6 `2 G, Y3 }+ D9 kIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
% d8 S1 y- ]6 z6 _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,
' C, A5 f! J0 w/ X---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。
  c* C9 q/ B1 Z) ~6 pLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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- T; K: N0 g+ ~6 v, k/ v２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
# n' W( P3 ?2 _; t; F$ Z8 tThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
0 {0 {( d& T: H$ z& @6 p) uThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

7 N$ R0 J4 b! V: z２５.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.
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- X/ Q$ l0 B$ v; n- p２６.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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7 o$ @" R; T5 J( v0 d２７.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.

, t% Y. B" ^& s8 d２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
# t! a* ~: M& O2 A+ u9 d, 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.

/ `( c+ a& v8 h; r9 s+ q, r1 k( ^２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
7 D5 S( }% E% mTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
: n8 ^6 y6 ]+ q+ ^- ?it mere change and no wealth.
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' B: {3 X7 q' e1 N+ }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。
' Y) s0 D) S; x+ ]+ w  e! STruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.