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。”　　　　　　　　　　
/ O/ H8 }8 K( r1 S9 q& y+ bAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
) z5 J2 b! X2 s: E  oWhere is your dwelling-place?
: m4 ~0 w  I# T1 lIn 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.

- K+ I7 O' z( n' M8 c4 m. C& {4 r２１.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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---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。
/ u* y: q, z& ~! {) aLeisure in its activity is work.
, M6 Y& w/ E( mThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
& a+ d: y# |: p' iThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
5 w' R3 n" t* ~6 F' tThe 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。
0 Z/ U) w/ i! aThe 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.
9 O) K# x6 K! P0 G% gI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
% l7 C5 }- l. Y0 H! Mall things.
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, |2 g6 i* i" Y8 h/ v0 ^9 H２６.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.

% r  ~- Y- Z9 x# Y5 t6 w! p& R/ F  i% P& P２７.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
" V/ i( @. V! e3 p+ flonely bride of the storm.

$ u2 o3 b8 l  W5 o２８.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.
I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
% j. G+ J! k2 y% G, l7 rTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
9 n# B: x; m& t2 oit mere change and no wealth.
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# e* g2 }6 \! S8 E３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
4 p$ i4 [/ ?6 J$ }& q. U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.