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。”　　　　　　　　　　
, R# b% `; l" U/ C! [Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
- D' c! p! H& v* P* c) v4 yWhere 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.

. y. o" a; E8 p6 U1 I２１.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。
9 e# g0 A1 F' W* zI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
, ?/ Q6 A* P8 P5 m1 p---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.
1 G* k; o1 ~, h9 U0 ?8 kThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

- ~  B& Z! F( X: P7 `$ E: u２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
# H% \" e5 E2 s) D1 d& K4 f2 o5 IThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
" v, V7 l& g1 X( M! l$ r* g. kThe 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。
! V; [+ X% J3 t! A0 B6 N/ EThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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; `- d* g% F4 _9 S- e1 ]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
  x5 T- ^  `( @all things.

4 J" q$ w  ~$ Y9 |# l9 o２６.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.

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。
: O( }  t# j1 U* lThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

２８.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。”
  V; K; @% E3 yI 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 D' h$ Z% N# x２９.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
it mere change and no wealth.
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  S& ]+ D$ F  g* P5 f３０.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。
: N0 y. P$ R) t$ kTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.