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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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。
+ G! s: T* W" b: a! LI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---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。
( O( ]/ s  @0 ^' c$ T6 ^5 |Leisure in its activity is work.
3 j/ W: l' z( w' z0 y& z% KThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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+ ~% H9 G* e0 u, `) B( Y9 O: d２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
- B+ q0 g: C7 ?; D4 p) X# HThe 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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
8 I0 _* O- ]/ |5 i: c: e/ U, _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。
' u) B, K; |. _# P6 i% NStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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# X; N3 M. s6 f9 f２７.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。
. Y& @6 i1 A/ q8 N( ~1 L5 eThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
7 x, B, O0 }7 l1 O. [lonely bride of the storm.
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２８.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。”
0 q- J0 v( x8 {  \  fI 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.

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.
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) @9 z% U. s4 C３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
, b, f: H5 h0 m, t! l. ]: |2 |3 e: K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.