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。”　　　　　　　　　　
& o1 l2 m# f# R* {$ y9 ZAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
8 L- t% m* X; n: v; JWhere is your dwelling-place?
9 P9 i2 s! }3 [: |In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
4 Q3 E8 C5 G6 D* C+ B; g  w$ h0 o２０.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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! i, R9 d! Z7 \" v- n7 w２１.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。
1 C+ i4 k  z6 J: |I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

- q: p4 Y# y2 c  z  ^: y5 O7 G) K; z２２.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.
0 z* X  g8 A6 \. v, fThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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- `$ D# T8 H4 ~6 K6 s% E２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
2 ]2 @% Y* |  {0 ?! ^3 e! tThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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. |8 x, g$ Y& E( O/ K' x3 ]２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
$ _8 X" ~% i1 p2 U' a* iThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

２５.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。
: A. }! n5 X' W9 Q" A  C# jThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
9 ?) F& I; H+ r/ }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。
* f+ g8 X0 m$ ]% V# x  H8 ]7 @; ]4 UStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

( t; t7 n+ D7 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。
( _( T% n8 A4 {  B+ lThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
( t1 H- W" D+ l4 @" W3 x1 T2 ylonely bride of the storm.
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& v3 i, K8 N1 l) P. G1 g２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
. N4 K  }0 f8 x+ D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.
' ?, z4 s- N4 M2 i, V- [# Z) GI 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
" Y+ D  c1 ?+ x$ @* R- w* A2 [6 dit mere change and no wealth.
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% L  V; y  T2 Q/ t. X$ c' Z３０.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.
In fiction she moves with ease.