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。”　　　　　　　　　　
7 `+ e1 y; T) F6 ?' ]% Z* Z% b, M0 W/ qAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
5 P8 q5 M' _! G# c8 nWhere is your dwelling-place?
In 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.

( o' X. |% L8 P' 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。
7 H# Z) X; b. y5 v) ]+ i* j& TI 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.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

# Y4 z7 z2 G7 ]２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
" {' V) [. J  F4 {5 ?! QThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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& Q* T! ?" T; F1 P7 H: u9 Q" Z２４.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.

9 e- G* V  g2 p% W２５.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 o3 ?4 |! o5 _7 b. P. `This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I 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。
( @) o, D& R5 _# ^- yStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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5 x  u6 |' S- {+ [) a6 N1 @6 ~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
6 `& @2 _' Q! f, m1 jlonely bride of the storm.
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( B8 U! z6 |9 v, Z) V２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
& n: m( b, R3 Q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.
3 W6 a2 w$ D* M$ MI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

8 s! v' ~, u* S1 f２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
/ L- y; v6 p* |' w2 iTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
/ Y3 k3 E9 v% Y1 ]: F4 \) qit mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
2 V% W5 p* e4 X& Z/ l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.