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。”　　　　　　　　　　
  L: y, f- {9 t+ y- ~Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
* Q2 s. `" {: E1 i- ^# o/ HWhere is your dwelling-place?
5 H- ?# u- o3 S2 A9 [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,
6 T  ^( x, I1 `) o' L$ D; f---I cannot see them.

1 ~* k+ g' g( W" C' ~# \) M* [２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
1 B" ^8 A: j% V5 J% |Leisure in its activity is work.
) ^  n1 d2 Y5 H+ J8 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。
, H4 ]+ b5 U/ ^6 R# l" rThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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' P* W3 L- _' r# t$ `+ k２５.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。
& G# o' t) H" _4 d3 [# `6 \6 GThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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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。
+ H8 h# o* k' Y9 ]+ O0 P: t; m/ rStorm 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。
* l8 R3 O9 V. c6 ?  E  MThou 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。”
8 J. i- o/ x$ |% t) S$ k% 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.
) h  a. p, D: L0 `5 S; L, ^# Z9 pI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

. P# k( L2 B+ V* L* y7 ~* U% \& O# J２９.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
! n7 {1 |) N% o, M) Lit mere change and no wealth.
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( u4 j0 ?5 w" w4 d' V３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
! c# ^0 k0 u6 J在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
. k3 j6 i" d- [. IIn fiction she moves with ease.