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。”　　　　　　　　　　
) n. x3 k# F, X& E) Z" u: {+ P. X6 aAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
+ v# W' y7 I) a8 `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.

4 o) z$ G7 j, x) X% g, v* a２１.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。
! ]! B$ O3 _: I5 `- y1 lI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
! E4 i% J  B! _( j7 @3 b1 e---I cannot see them.
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9 F4 \- J0 g  {( C  W( o3 L3 ?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.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
6 F! Q3 ^* Y" @7 B" s6 [0 B0 KThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
: T4 g: Y* L' n" SThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

  e2 y- ^( ?. S+ T" S. K  R２４.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。
' V) T& l; b5 `8 U7 ~This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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。
0 g7 u, Z# B# g& D5 rStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

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
lonely bride of the storm.

: }/ S9 ^* A$ q$ w& b２８.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。”
% V% K( \$ n' }I 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。
" D- ?. I1 o. k4 z! ^( kTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
9 p! A+ G3 n' `& {& G! bit mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
4 h( m. y3 D3 c5 q$ B* e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.