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?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
3 n& m6 c* Z4 ]) G- V) c２０.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。
+ v4 J. W; Y& U6 s. m7 hI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
) Q( [0 G" V  h. G/ M. f; w" ^---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。
' w1 N) e7 v1 X1 qLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

* S  n$ ^+ l, }/ @! x+ w9 q# K3 ~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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. k  G+ `8 q! T( g２４.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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; K. r+ [1 a! k) Z２５.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。
3 d4 L  D; |9 PThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
+ Q% d* v! g4 s2 v' E1 BI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all 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。
+ g  D8 o7 L; B+ b5 k: @Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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/ H9 B2 h' V5 n- F# v8 C6 H２７.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。
# p7 R+ n4 S" d/ R/ e3 F# rThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
- B& _# E' ]/ F) Y8 S9 i! mlonely 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.
* h; e  D$ Q0 z7 T2 k  OI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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$ p% _4 t. G1 o; D/ p# X２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
, x4 I. H/ ^/ N( }) ~+ T( FTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
; B/ c8 S# c% E) I3 [it mere change and no wealth.
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  w' g/ e' V4 r/ |- V" z+ \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。
" Q& H- K/ @- PTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
" F# F6 H  n; F1 Z( h' v- UIn fiction she moves with ease.