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。”　　　　　　　　　　
4 R; f. }+ ]$ R! i! W2 Q$ DAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
% L+ A9 ?3 j' A/ _7 dWhere is your dwelling-place?
0 |9 I4 O8 K0 }! i5 Z+ jIn 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.

) n# o1 c8 D3 w# K8 I２１.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。
6 e0 {6 T/ ~* H+ LI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

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.
6 M1 T) @& N7 z; J: {2 p9 LThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
5 j/ G. G- ]& M. M+ L  e% A  N" MThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
6 X( I' e: T1 FThe 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。
! R+ a/ w% r* C0 h9 q* uThe 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。
+ u9 C5 g  ?6 \0 x  k+ tThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
. p) q9 d" k, G+ {' {I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
  [; w: l! {% Y9 H& i' Uall things.
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) ~6 M& q; V& k/ p4 w# y1 C２６.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。
" T+ n) r  A8 hStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

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。
' i2 Q* y2 C6 ^9 E. A7 f5 dThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
2 {' j/ F. w4 }+ N. x) D" }0 s8 Ulonely bride of the storm.

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。”
' E$ r% W0 c1 x$ _* `6 P4 Z+ j0 VI 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.

  y) w; \9 |/ c２９.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
% Y$ n; ]# g0 ?1 h7 g3 I4 Yit mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
3 }/ ?. T8 D/ H+ V  l# q5 ?在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
. e' z# k0 S  S' M3 n0 Z5 K( z6 P( `Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.