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?
4 N5 A1 I: S" Q4 d% s9 sIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
0 n3 f9 K  i" p２０.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。
+ V8 G* ^) _+ j" [' H9 i: iI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
* p3 d: U- E, ^0 `5 ^7 }/ H# ?---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.
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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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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& f% W7 I3 z; v4 j２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
, T4 Z( @/ m! }2 y# ]) G; M0 O% x7 l1 PThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

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.
2 o$ x  W# t$ K) b2 k0 {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。
% `7 r+ u$ R2 W, P5 {/ V2 L6 kStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

- `$ z$ j# }( w6 P２７.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。
3 l' M+ o% @$ o7 x$ gThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
' w; D. @0 g/ q* s$ z  A' h1 O8 }. wlonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
+ f6 l- _7 ^( V+ J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。”
! s! y3 a6 C1 c! X  DI 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.
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- U& F0 g2 m5 Y5 x/ w+ F) ]２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
9 I! A# \) F( G% W/ N4 j. q) k* t( f- nTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
' m+ x% I5 o- _; dit mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
3 K: j2 ^* z& O  }9 X) e$ G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.