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,
, _1 ~6 F6 [8 g1 J! tWhere 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.

/ Z: s4 w& _  P8 T; V. F; }4 p7 q２１.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。
+ c! B; e3 [4 H/ {I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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2 ?0 T5 j( |  p7 O$ t! k# r２２.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.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

% d* Z/ I/ h5 C  W２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
' K( |+ R7 a$ t% n7 O" s( v% SThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
6 v7 z' w! X. t) kThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

: N5 ~: W' S/ s. W0 z9 Z* U$ F２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
' w4 k+ r: E: v  |' N3 h$ A, rThe 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。
0 R* G* T, p: d+ ]; S4 A3 LThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
$ o8 |" ^; O/ d2 @3 s- PI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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- D: S& F5 f& D. t4 ^! b/ x２６.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.

$ m' J! h  {5 F+ W3 v, T1 M3 a5 m7 a8 C２７.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。
# K0 O; m, ~' a  f0 |1 H- y3 oThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
  N  R- ]% B' P- F4 A$ @& m( J2 flonely bride of the storm.
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# h7 ^8 R  ]( t* s0 u7 L! S２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
" d$ U% }- K, E  j3 b; 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.

% f2 ]$ W( b- i% k２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
( [& v" E, P. B% q' K3 n8 lTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
" f/ r; c* D. _& Z5 S4 E! \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。
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
# N5 f+ J5 T3 c$ P1 y9 kIn fiction she moves with ease.