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。”　　　　　　　　　　
/ a4 G( _1 U. ~6 `6 L7 CAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
3 {0 L( @; p4 D( O, {# Q  |In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
% i1 \6 B1 O9 {+ i" f% q4 G2 U２０.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.

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。
9 ^$ H3 h4 r- UI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
7 [( C- e  n5 l7 B5 H# L* `---I cannot see them.

5 v% j+ e3 M( d２２.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.
( _# ^; a( @) @0 WThe 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。
7 }8 j' v) }) d- p- JThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
4 O1 N+ E; Y2 F1 b& pThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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２４.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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/ d9 \, J, g8 S' s' {8 a! q, a２５.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。
. G# \* \5 x" wThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
% K" j; }' j2 ~/ }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。
$ {$ V% x7 [" \( l  EStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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! N, M* b. Q! v3 Y２７.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
lonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
: x( f9 V: U) C* ?  y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。”
7 n! g" G& ?( q' FI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
# R6 {7 w3 a5 X' w, y" DI 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。
# v: [) W6 R2 Z! a! bTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
' V# _, m0 H% v- \it mere change and no wealth.
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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。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.