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& m) E4 ]5 E8 B4 U8 rAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
+ i+ p/ Q* D' R$ ^, E9 r8 jWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
6 N( b, P! R# z5 D- P  m２０.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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  F  d; h% K7 i0 n２１.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。
" g0 Z8 `% Z+ y7 ?6 A0 _, MI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---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。
9 A# x$ q6 h( k" d+ n& S5 |, `4 ~/ JLeisure in its activity is work.
9 |/ N- t+ k; x3 H9 Z3 c! q7 NThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

3 W5 G3 s  K" V9 v２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
0 j, T: G- G  a+ }6 W3 N. Z8 ^% wThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
* ?( i3 V! J5 e1 J$ w6 I9 HThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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' Z9 `' s& S1 n  t8 p8 z0 ]' b２４.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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  c6 ~" S* c8 V3 K) W7 p% z6 l* v２５.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
6 u3 [4 G7 w* n6 Z# n& vall things.

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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3 I3 k) f7 [, V3 @% j' `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。
Thou 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。”
# F8 t, h3 A' B2 Y: ^2 KI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
/ O6 ]5 z/ O6 QI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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, c  u$ W4 L% [/ @" H$ S２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
6 G6 o% A6 I( R/ b$ ^% \Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
: J, t' S& E, C% Y+ s- W4 T/ W, Wit mere change and no wealth.

# [4 x( ]2 j5 H: L' N% B* |３０.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.