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。”　　　　　　　　　　
3 ]3 E( }% U, b0 KAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
( U; H5 H9 j0 J: ~  p: M5 v0 {4 AIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
, J' s5 K9 L9 L: }+ p8 M２０.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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; [+ q+ x. F, L( y２１.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.
, t4 f" R+ T& G2 Y# k% c9 QThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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: B! c- r& o, S# 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.
  |* Y' d3 Q( P0 i. u! ?% MThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

: @9 s) X8 D7 h1 H; E, Y* K２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
5 {( S  f+ [. Z7 i" C5 nThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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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。
0 @4 F8 @$ B2 F9 V  `4 BThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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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。
- ~4 m, f* }: H  ?+ T3 i7 W+ HStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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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。
. D6 b8 }: S3 M! a7 {Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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6 A& a" i/ P  a4 B1 u, n1 r２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
& J1 H( ~9 r$ A2 T0 A8 I2 J% a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.

5 a% R$ j5 ], i. T# W2 N２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
$ D# _7 [, L6 u! Q1 hit mere change and no wealth.
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% ^) H$ m" r/ L3 e; K! [5 y6 j３０.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.
$ A5 u3 |" R: ~$ n3 t# bIn fiction she moves with ease.