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。”　　　　　　　　　　
+ E* J# I6 |/ o6 g& jAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where 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.

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。
# j# Q- H8 |$ X$ r4 T# N  J. }- KI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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' v9 N) Z; E% S2 |) r) c２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
% P2 [, e2 j4 N5 b$ c# ]6 o7 mLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

5 v3 w$ z! N6 W6 [4 K( O* Q# N  ]２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
+ q3 r* f1 Y- {7 z1 c2 h) rThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
. v, x' {3 b+ S2 }, HThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

& L% s2 s2 `5 w8 Y9 `! m; z" P２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
9 S/ w/ m$ o9 JThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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+ p+ l* F6 U" g/ p1 u２５.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.
5 D% q& \/ F* _& i% C& g; Y4 h, O4 iI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
& D! }" ?5 Y' {+ _5 K7 Q8 o0 sall 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。
Storm 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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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1 W0 d. {& l  D( _２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
# [$ h2 F4 ^) H( l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.
8 x3 ^+ d) i9 j4 |1 g4 \I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

" @' G- ]; ^* N: \) @$ L２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
! t9 W& @% z6 E6 ^0 TTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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3 }  `( c8 M6 _: o, O% a３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
% H3 ?2 t# D7 s1 W( W在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.