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,
  I5 L( L& s4 K6 z. [& cWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
; o" W# k! L& {* N9 s: A- q２０.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.

5 y6 R3 S: W) E; D# k２１.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,
4 P3 W! A9 G. K4 F7 \---I cannot see them.

, ~# I+ [6 _6 e: q) U２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
, k9 q1 b6 m* r( u3 ~5 qLeisure in its activity is work.
9 H. C. }$ G* K# C2 G7 e: ~The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
; a& C, @. N7 x0 n" BThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
3 k, G2 S) c2 I/ y  \The 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.
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$ ^  ?  q: b0 D6 J２５.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。
6 k" m0 g: g2 w6 q5 @This rainy evening the wind is restless.
4 q7 X% D2 B( O, B/ x; @I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

& P  H9 I1 R" J. \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。
$ G) x8 g+ b% H, |/ zStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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( _5 y0 Z7 c3 _* B２７.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
lonely bride of the storm.
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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。”
I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
' V2 d1 \3 v" f% X9 l8 hI 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。
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
% i8 R) z" U. r5 vit mere change and no wealth.
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; k) v, F  j; e( g, v5 K5 v7 N３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
, m, e( q9 m3 b& v" F在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
" e/ f0 _; I6 B1 zTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.