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。”　　　　　　　　　　
5 X* R- r, X3 @) k' a0 ZAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
0 B- ^& S- f( s" ]2 `* r２０.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。
: `6 ?" w- C' J, B. _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。
; P$ j# P; D3 `+ e, d# ?5 x7 tLeisure 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。
& x" C) q( y* R8 I% t" D! ^) p5 _The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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$ C3 H, d5 W1 n3 `; s6 V% y8 r& {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.

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.
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。
Storm 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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
# L/ i7 J( G* B2 t9 A* P3 G. Z5 Llonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
. u' w( T% _! {# _8 s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。”
! r) n9 o- h6 ]( a4 @5 n8 XI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
% v# e: B! n4 g9 l8 gI 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。
/ |/ H9 k' Q7 W5 q7 ~% [6 p8 J: p& ?" yTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

/ d3 y2 o( U7 C$ N３０.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。
3 f/ i* H0 J  D0 U' j! @( eTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.