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,
$ Y- n+ M9 n) l( P: @! m2 x" ZWhere is your dwelling-place?
/ P' Q, ^  G" \7 p( \3 wIn 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.

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。
" {; U) z: [% z5 k3 fI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
8 ~( }4 ~: J- ~---I cannot see them.

- ?: c; d4 m7 L: l% y  c２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
. A7 w$ J7 u0 F- oLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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8 K: q: ~6 U/ ?$ H) V% {& _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.
) Y9 s* G7 ?) I, N" f4 UThe 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。
7 X3 u* C- t# Z8 A/ Y! JThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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$ l, m( y0 U8 P; j$ d- Z4 ]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.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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' L: Z2 K0 q8 i7 N; m7 M9 k２６.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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# q. }( X7 }9 _9 ~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。
  s' O; R( p+ l% f# \8 DThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
/ F0 N8 o8 U" ]) z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。”
+ S9 {/ f9 }( n0 b2 Y# k; RI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
6 _& R0 i) w- c2 n. W6 W: t2 wI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

4 p2 t6 T' L. l" H２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
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。
# t% X0 w: l; f. B! N7 B在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
7 E$ X8 o) D2 S1 Z! k7 xTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.