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,
& |; u2 |" S. U, C' y" CWhere is your dwelling-place?
( w0 ]- |& R0 C6 R, tIn 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。
2 H% P4 L! W5 s( o7 FI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
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1 n( m+ v( ^3 F0 ^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.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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- I5 O! o: P/ `$ q6 w2 q２３.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.
: q  h+ u5 Z) t0 A3 y( nThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

2 J' N/ S' U; W& r; \% c. L1 V" V/ 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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! q; T* |# j. \$ d. L" h6 Z２５.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。
+ P0 F3 Y; z: i/ G5 J, z, cThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
3 `7 s1 z* i* j+ @3 nI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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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。
9 }+ d$ F9 f3 X- R9 GStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

& I- Z1 D3 j' b' L２７.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。
) u+ [5 h" v, h. [5 P. D# _Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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9 V  ^: t+ C# O  Y7 D: B２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
( K$ a- }- H. s- L9 ?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.
2 m3 H6 l' {$ x$ W2 |. A7 |# ~I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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' F' ~( ^+ i! @# m7 s, L２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
/ z3 m7 r% p! k$ NTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
+ [% D( ]& f+ l) mit mere change and no wealth.
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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。
6 h9 O" b$ c% o- wTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.