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。”　　　　　　　　　　
; O0 T+ K- F/ y& f- N0 uAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
, b4 w3 P6 H' r7 Z; O# T9 K# j4 J4 wWhere is your dwelling-place?
' o+ l, a+ b  _, @/ ?7 MIn 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。
4 \  u  t, I. z- K' E8 pI 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.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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1 V* y$ u. x0 h0 d! @* b3 h２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
. v1 |1 h9 o" n  n8 f4 Z9 P- i7 @The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
. D' n9 ]3 c" w6 ?4 _# b# n: `The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

0 a( Y* p# d. v: w. E２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
) T& R1 J4 d6 c. CThe 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。
- ~0 d% r3 I2 DThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I 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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

& h9 x6 G# y# w, v２７.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。
% l! @1 ?8 F6 w/ w* mThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
& ^$ ~/ w% ~) m4 y7 v( i7 Nlonely bride of the storm.
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3 w8 x/ U4 z; `" o' j7 L  H２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
" p% [7 }4 w# z1 k+ [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。”
# U" C6 b0 V2 {" L: `I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
! x5 o; u5 K& y; K: s5 L; dI 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。
5 [& L% ^8 o' X8 PTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

* g  D( O: Y4 P/ c# O) @0 e３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
( Y* X) Q$ U4 R* U$ r) `在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
6 g0 [' F6 t2 |Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
/ z3 P) y9 I9 M  _In fiction she moves with ease.