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。”　　　　　　　　　　
) U/ o2 ]7 D3 c: l7 Q8 ^Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
# c! Y% [* [' A& `* K1 b# k+ z/ S２０.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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  B2 a7 a- B( h( j' O7 w- T# t. ~. R２１.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。
' k* a3 |; Y2 n" u& }# HI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
( k1 k2 h' K* q3 ?Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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# _5 S6 K& x1 E) Z２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
; K; P' y% V5 m  x, b+ x! ~" z, _The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
8 {& u6 _5 y7 ?0 hThe 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。
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
all things.
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" g! t! l1 q+ p２６.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。
% ]2 M( e( C' N- c; XThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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) B+ F* v0 d+ h2 Z% V& J- Y２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
# e  f; z' X" ?2 u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。”
# [; p- v. E. x# X  T; GI 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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( ^& r! }( O8 o. `) X２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
) E, K  N0 m: F/ S/ a( iTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
# c* w/ ]$ ?' v% d5 D  Pit mere change and no wealth.
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: C/ F. `* v" \, ?( I7 R3 C３０.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。
( o  W4 U+ g6 I- [0 b" F0 k7 m6 CTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
# t3 v- i. U2 V9 e4 g8 i" xIn fiction she moves with ease.