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,
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In 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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" y7 u: f, x8 y2 b" B２１.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,
---I cannot see them.
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# u, P: _* Y& B5 ^２２.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.
& u  u9 u& F4 S/ s5 n) |The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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8 Q" ^$ `# O9 P- I5 O- R7 [２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
* T9 D. n5 M& l; S; F/ w8 \The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
  {/ I0 R) g6 ~) U8 ~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。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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2 G: [5 L$ \1 @8 I+ q& P２５.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。
- ?! b" e6 F8 e: }This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

2 y$ \2 D/ d" @8 X* o; R２６.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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- R5 C/ `4 o* M% y6 d  M２７.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。
1 |+ N# r- _' s( b  o/ kThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
5 F3 o! q; E; |# Y( x: Tlonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
6 e9 @& l) }) q; ^& C5 v  p$ n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。”
! ?5 D2 r7 w! U0 F2 [/ }" nI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
  L0 }# p4 {$ X& K( o0 MI 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
/ g8 W2 x& ~* ]. E- [: Bit mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
9 X( Z9 u# U9 O( s# K在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
5 |3 O6 v. V+ h% c/ U6 H- T, @Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
8 @4 _$ H5 U' C, b! k9 b2 }In fiction she moves with ease.