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。”　　　　　　　　　　
, h% s1 |3 R, b$ L( O! s" m' GAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
, g5 H4 U/ G" BIn 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.
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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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
; y$ O1 j3 \$ `& u) z---I cannot see them.

5 D/ e! T4 a4 N( W# V9 Y２２.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。
7 m/ ^3 s6 u2 m! mThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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, r* L) [8 g. J  Q２４.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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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。
3 d+ e7 p7 _% p4 s' iThis 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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& U' C. p" Y% f; t. s: Y- e２７.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。
. j& K7 N* G. R& P# q: v9 hThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
$ j& a  o/ \1 m# G$ l" d) klonely bride of the storm.

/ m$ e/ m6 [  b( Q8 p２８.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.
/ b7 G% d! I$ WI 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。
3 L9 R# }: v2 U( b5 w! [Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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& d, q4 d+ R5 s) O３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
* @6 {3 u9 w: H& z2 S, y0 x在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
* b1 K, S/ i) V/ F! E- R8 wTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.