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。”　　　　　　　　　　
3 ~0 S4 Q' C2 ]3 l. nAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
4 m9 n3 i1 k3 a2 p6 ZWhere is your dwelling-place?
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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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。
2 s1 L% e- G: \4 d+ NI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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; W/ w* s$ o/ Q  |# y( ^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.
( J4 j; W0 M1 ~  zThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

7 v( G6 r, c3 _3 j２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
; x5 S# _4 R" {2 b+ u7 t8 eThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
9 D" m+ n/ r) cThe 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。
. \# H" H% a7 b1 P3 ^( W3 i/ ]1 iThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

. O* ~* k' m# V- \0 F" L) h２５.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
  ?  ]+ ^1 h! Qall 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。
7 h0 N+ d0 J6 r: _. p* bStorm 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。
* Z6 |, t/ J+ j. O; TThou 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。”
% b# ]1 |% G' ?+ Q0 X- X% E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。”
. m; }! Y; ?# `1 `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.

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
' h2 D" r2 q: ^- ^  {9 G" sit mere change and no wealth.
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+ b4 b' Y$ G' f4 I: o3 t３０.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 r9 M& l* D' X% f& ^Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.