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。”　　　　　　　　　　
" ~4 [" F5 b. b1 j% NAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
& N2 n, u8 ?* @  o7 C# fWhere is your dwelling-place?
0 T' G& H: Y2 X2 c2 X) t  GIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
& u4 Z' [8 ?" [& B, }2 h% O２０.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.

$ k. l" R$ j5 W9 ~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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
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4 e8 h) _# \5 q２２.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。
6 f( B# n: q$ Z# g% e* Q* p2 ZThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
0 R! T) y. A% m; Z" zThe 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。
# L3 B6 d! M% s2 L& I6 r. |" |! _This rainy evening the wind is restless.
. \1 G7 x( c: k5 A& o: `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。
; y1 v; L; K6 U' X$ K; Y$ _. }Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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5 ~! R# W* p+ P( K, {* N3 x２７.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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9 x1 D% F% h4 t5 N; e" W; d２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
; r' P" ?* ?7 Y/ S" I9 H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。”
7 d' t# [1 _" ~; F3 X; d# Q' RI 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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# A8 t# {' q. k/ T$ S+ f9 |+ ]# r4 d２９.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
  w3 A: K; K) o4 {& W1 H0 ~- q* ^it mere change and no wealth.

* o6 U  K; Z  X  @+ S３０.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。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.