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,
) s/ ]; n: J1 F! h  wWhere is your dwelling-place?
6 S$ P4 a1 M+ K, d4 \In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
; i' O9 V# d+ l' ~) c9 c1 i２０.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.

  G% _. F+ g& i) |& m5 J  k1 _$ g２１.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。
1 \* k# d. ^, h* ]I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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* Z$ X5 r! X2 {6 I２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
) ~7 x- {9 r# X8 k1 G* X8 oLeisure in its activity is work.
9 c0 p$ J  g+ gThe 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。
The 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.

8 l( ^' c. V9 i2 ?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.
( D% J) h$ O6 Y' xI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
" y0 X- ?2 ~. @/ q. }3 Q( eall things.
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* ~/ X& c$ N  A! L２６.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。
8 V9 \" y6 N" I9 z( y# Q5 |3 ^4 r* e4 eStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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* }6 H9 Z# f5 ~9 o% a２７.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。
# `! F/ Y- V3 @# ~: o2 ~Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

6 o  ^/ @9 U" `' v２８.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。”
+ ^& k# B: x+ o& y) b7 u7 MI 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.

２９.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
% A; B6 f3 k" Pit mere change and no wealth.
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5 Y! V& `5 J: a; k0 s３０.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。
1 o0 v! Z% q1 z3 Y* oTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.