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。”　　　　　　　　　　
- X. I' k( T/ r; e+ q9 P0 SAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
# j* i/ Z- `7 |9 ^' X# VIn 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.

) ~5 k. s; N/ |! g. l" e２１.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。
& H" n& S! m# ~% SI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
2 {  ^& G3 R0 y4 w% r1 u---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。
" [, N" t7 u: J! E" e1 Y/ F! JLeisure in its activity is work.
7 y. _. ^0 I& TThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

, Z( E" P; @7 s) R( ?; V) h& [２３.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.
* N' F6 @" v  z6 Z6 hThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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( G$ i6 e. z) G4 s) `0 W, z* y! |２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
; S4 l& U7 U0 ^; b6 ~/ i: |( UThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

0 y+ |$ M# b  Y$ N9 @. {. `; \$ 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。
) S% C, e' j3 V, AThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

3 w: d3 G* \) t, b7 j9 f２６.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。
) n' N/ m- I7 ]/ f* BStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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. v( S; I( j# k9 V, B２７.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
( {5 e3 J4 a3 o/ E2 Nlonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
; k- {/ w0 O: E. C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.
- Q: D+ A7 c4 d2 m- ~6 S- _) f5 @* jI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

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
it mere change and no wealth.

. w4 K# T- e3 \* n0 ?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。
3 h4 a/ C5 C( b4 }+ l, Q8 S: s7 w& }Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.