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,
Where is your dwelling-place?
8 C9 T& {8 y  LIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
3 o2 s7 e2 @8 T7 D: {0 d, n２０.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.

, ^# o( ]. c. v9 m２１.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.

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.

4 _) W3 }. w5 X/ W5 M２３.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.

, a7 S5 ^& Z# E% X1 x２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
. m, z: U, A# S4 J4 l6 m/ O1 m6 wThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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/ ?/ G) ~6 d" C7 {" r- ~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.
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.
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5 {7 E  k- N4 \4 }6 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。
: K! i2 g/ E. N  K/ S" c3 h! BThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
2 _% Y6 Z+ r; a' \$ ^$ Mlonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
6 w# E" F! X, Z7 S* ^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。”
* G0 @( x9 M& XI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
* U! y5 m3 B4 @  }& V' |; l! JI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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' i& Z& h5 d$ G' @, }２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
& o0 Q4 l$ a5 |1 n; B( Q( dTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
! b$ O/ G! o4 U0 ?% Q. M5 Mit mere change and no wealth.
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* O3 e* k. ?/ n( k! m1 e3 P３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
. z2 q, B9 i& o6 T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.