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。”　　　　　　　　　　
" G7 T8 u" Z8 u; Q5 N: LAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
* b' ^/ W3 q- c) r3 dWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
! k# {* i6 L3 \3 q9 r" O, D２０.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。
1 w; J* J2 ^5 s+ L/ ~I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

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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# _2 t5 ]) d" C$ F6 W２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
+ c, e/ Y9 R9 A8 X- L; S9 _2 GThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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! V! i: Z! [) z( z% l２４.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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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。
) {  p3 }0 W6 k0 [& {6 fThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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8 p) R6 z+ {2 k２６.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。
; }# E; R" M+ YStorm 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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
) e8 r5 N% h1 w/ l0 l) zlonely bride of the storm.
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. t, w' `# v6 A5 I) u9 j, t3 v' p２８.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。”
/ o& f% s7 _/ `  i, _7 R: xI 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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4 n( J) V% N% S２９.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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5 a4 {; M* _2 L% f& j+ J$ K' V2 ?) ?３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
6 e( D+ [, b" f* B, [- I在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
% k: o2 D  D; H' t( w: f8 DTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
6 J7 R1 ~, ^: q; m3 L% i' vIn fiction she moves with ease.