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,
Where is your dwelling-place?
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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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,
---I cannot see them.
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8 k9 R/ ^; X7 a. Z- B4 M0 G. \２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
+ d  q* ]! ]. s6 aLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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- v- a5 e- U+ Q" r& q4 l２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
+ R! n* g# g7 K! p  PThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
% X- M  v2 Y: }" EThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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8 W) V) T" a* f# k4 }２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
/ ~/ b/ p& w8 K3 E6 @8 z" {' ^! cThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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# \( U1 }! \- F! U# P% H２５.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.
/ t9 Y3 j. }  P% `9 Z" rI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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% G( C% _2 y" e* F0 _* }2 T２６.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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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。
! {: e+ M, H. y1 D! {+ I  z7 gThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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' ~% [& h3 H/ |. x２８.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。”
7 R& {8 C  B" l  VI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
I 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。
# g1 u# }7 u2 fTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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( L6 Y9 v9 X1 ^' m4 X３０.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.
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