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,
7 c+ Z" K* r! r! B" d; a& mWhere is your dwelling-place?
) Q1 T  [- s" f. v. CIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
# M0 N$ x2 p4 O2 Y& x, H２０.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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' i3 J) V) t2 f( N4 _* b, C" A２１.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。
Leisure in its activity is work.
7 e. x" x* @% y0 W& H0 CThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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7 j: V  U, a, H8 \２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
9 z' M: _% g1 PThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
2 c$ n* z4 z  L( r0 c( SThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

. p0 d$ H4 \9 e7 I２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
8 O( F0 y# I* u/ [* [The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

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。
6 y- O: G! l6 U3 f2 Y/ G% l. EThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
; C5 P. w" _3 p$ ^; x, v6 n$ XI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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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.

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
( B0 w$ |9 w. q! q! ^# ylonely bride of the storm.

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.
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。
9 w3 P6 D- T  _8 g' \/ S1 @" z. tTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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4 S" [: |9 o. Z9 p  {0 x３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
+ C+ X1 G) ]0 q6 F# {! x在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
. w+ l0 W: K) p$ {" ]Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.