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。”　　　　　　　　　　
8 L8 o/ l/ a1 o( [6 p. x7 H1 fAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
2 l7 I. F" o' x9 E$ Y5 \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.

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,
# o( c. b2 O1 T8 \$ H---I cannot see them.

" |9 f2 O" i. D; ^3 j  n２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
7 j8 s1 o$ N0 A0 Q- W/ Q8 J  ULeisure in its activity is work.
( b# ]+ z: n2 XThe 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。
5 }+ C# N- x/ r* j- ~The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
4 L  f7 Z& l) |9 h+ YThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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- m1 {) f( p1 k7 ~' P. y２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
& A8 D! W) N% sThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

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
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。
+ R' h, l: V( R2 c3 y, j  NStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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% b" @9 k  @6 z２７.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。
. P" ]- I& ~2 eThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
, u( ^; L9 S6 @9 O9 \& K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.
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２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
- N6 B+ B% @1 s2 m' X% K0 F9 N' KTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
1 B1 }+ h0 {2 K+ v5 J: u$ S$ ~it mere change and no wealth.

) x% W" t! Z$ R1 G/ ^' W+ \, ^３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
% R" q  h6 p( k7 a0 P* h1 G在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
% N0 ]' f, m+ H8 wTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.