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。”　　　　　　　　　　
; Z+ M# ]2 |* s+ kAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
4 b3 e  O8 R+ ?6 j3 FWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
8 J/ U9 t3 G4 I2 V" A) p２０.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。
4 @$ X* x! T+ \" j# CI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
+ f) E$ b7 W" C6 l8 d' [---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。
5 R. w  A' j1 H( I) N. ELeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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; ]) D2 G2 w% R1 ]0 m; V２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
/ P: D, ~. f/ z  i3 |7 jThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

! |4 k4 r; c$ u7 Z2 [( j% H: t２４.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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! O  f  z' j5 P$ k) d- v- o& U5 w9 f4 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。
6 g3 w" |: D$ xThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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; F- F5 K! b9 N２６.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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$ M! C" V+ G; |$ e, d２７.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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- B& L! S% i$ X& r8 r２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
6 `, c' }1 C$ e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.
* `! K6 D4 Q: s; s" ?  h9 RI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

) @2 @" O' D4 Q1 A. p! u3 W２９.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
! v# i1 n$ h" d, M/ Cit mere change and no wealth.

" o! l+ K6 I  d2 I* [( ~) @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。
; a' R' @. s. K% L) {( |Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.