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。”　　　　　　　　　　
- j6 S; H2 V. X8 P0 W; H: UAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
( g0 \: [, j2 D& ?) f" XWhere is your dwelling-place?
6 ]% Y3 a" N' rIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
- O- q  U0 G8 b２０.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。
8 X8 h( s3 N; t6 II hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
. w* {3 i5 S9 i3 I% @" C2 K% S4 |---I cannot see them.

* P' b" F1 H8 }: @* R２２.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.
7 g: N  P7 g! X4 J% ^The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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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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  B* v3 W, S' a２４.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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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.
# _7 V2 K' q8 N) B% x9 x) \7 iI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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: D1 W) G$ W& R, [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。
2 u# B0 X2 s; ]& c' l4 |' R7 D/ B, mStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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+ d  K' {1 M4 Z1 B２７.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。
' ]1 [% Z+ v9 q/ FThou 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。”
0 P& O8 R& V" e' b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。”
% R( Y7 A8 T2 ]: Y0 k7 g1 RI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
) E* S. U' ~! d% uI 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 H/ U8 j8 x2 g4 o& XTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
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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。
5 e) C. n7 y6 V3 m, g* QTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
( l9 p  \5 e6 S% ^- oIn fiction she moves with ease.