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,
- E& y# \6 }* \& e- mWhere is your dwelling-place?
* l2 o1 J7 I4 \" QIn 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.

" ^- v4 e2 ?" e* X! s1 u- J% M２１.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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" V2 V1 C6 \; \+ I! O２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
/ C! S2 Q! n/ D: w3 f$ |Leisure 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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

2 E' s, s8 L! a7 Z' U２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
. i* z. l, m% o* ~: g% @4 d) ]. AThe 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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
. d3 ~+ b/ i& s) W* L& _' oI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
- ~/ K; w6 y2 `: [7 sall 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。
$ q9 K4 X( L% R; w" `* bStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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8 u. E" p- N5 `, n9 Z/ T. R２７.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。
- }5 L$ C( g5 G0 m* A  S9 dThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
; a8 s6 k8 d& g# Z& L5 blonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
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。”
. ~* X9 [+ Y% E5 }% ~5 g) V4 ^# SI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
+ v6 ^; P. d3 t/ r, c: F, TI 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。
0 O5 d, {3 B: t% o$ g  gTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
* y/ }' R$ I  d6 D: F3 jit mere change and no wealth.

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。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.