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?
4 X3 ]( Q- e: B" G4 x  `0 m5 _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.
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# z, K1 ?" |, j. N: s& {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,
) P/ ~$ B: Y+ @---I cannot see them.
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２２.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.
; H- f) p1 n4 I+ tThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

2 f7 S+ d; f* O# @# b２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
: ~! n7 w$ G1 z/ GThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
6 S6 V2 j, b2 F2 Q! q% oThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

& Q7 }/ G5 W( z: ~0 q２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
6 I1 [+ o- d1 oThe 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 ?: C6 e1 ?$ |% z8 ?$ s: fThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
. ?. W7 M' o' oI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
' D' j& q  A4 @. h, \2 Z) eall 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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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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- z8 \2 |1 yThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
/ `- I* C( q+ u2 G! p) V" hlonely bride of the storm.
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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。”
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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, m; u! }: d' F3 W. e4 `  f) E, W２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
7 q) O$ [% B% U0 L6 [- W9 lTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
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.
In fiction she moves with ease.