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,
6 M5 {( J; m, R3 Y1 y% a9 z2 B% zWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
8 D- U+ U0 o0 s+ I' z; V２０.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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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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
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* k, ~' E/ H! \0 q% X  `" }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.
2 _- J3 l' R; i1 eThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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２３.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.
! b# H) Q4 |. z$ g/ W2 |The 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。
  V2 q, P3 C! r" [) {The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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0 P9 k1 F0 T+ Q3 ?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。
4 c: m. Z# U4 y, _This rainy evening the wind is restless.
' b9 Q9 j/ B) f9 O- `9 ?, U. z0 GI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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- |5 q  ]1 m! T２６.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。
( q6 F! i* g+ s3 S- _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
3 V0 Q5 |& E( |% N& D8 L9 Glonely bride of the storm.
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6 S9 [7 G5 t( K) l２８.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.

２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
/ m. J8 D6 w; z( |4 PTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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+ ]* V" s3 B2 l/ W3 L) X３０.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.
" O; H- S1 \0 e7 |In fiction she moves with ease.