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,
Where is your dwelling-place?
9 L8 ^) {1 u2 n' C4 T- FIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
  R& }" W8 f1 X２０.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,
& `' t( O; X" i9 x- R---I cannot see them.

( B, j5 y: r# ]" y) F２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
# S9 U# o8 g, V  r+ s% g. tLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

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.
8 J- F6 F$ A" E+ T! ]) BThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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% j0 u8 T/ y* q" F２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
& i0 m# u6 I! e1 B. G. R& UThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

- j, N- E! i) b% \3 Q+ O* Y, n/ x２５.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.
6 i# s- ?2 X9 j0 nI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

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。
( q1 s- _6 W3 Z+ V+ D# ]" h1 `% }- r! _Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

- U1 W) s7 p2 J# q  K% n, }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
2 ]+ d# H6 @. Z2 d9 w# Clonely bride of the storm.

' f4 U( \+ o, [: M: I; e2 ?. B! Q２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
( \# v$ n+ Z6 p) z% W7 W: \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。”
- k5 M, ], V  V8 [" s) dI 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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& R3 W  \6 ^& |# o- f２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
8 U: E2 q7 P7 i$ {Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
$ u- M5 M9 {6 A* }/ C3 e5 T1 j在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
7 I! Y6 F# L" F- xIn fiction she moves with ease.