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。”　　　　　　　　　　
' J2 M" {4 V$ v2 `( M0 o  a. e; pAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
+ l% w9 x7 F  A3 c7 K# ]4 a1 ~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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4 M2 d1 p2 {+ R6 q8 b. 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。
I 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。
Leisure in its activity is work.
; V* R: E2 _' \0 ^1 s2 G' i8 J( SThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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1 `- l  x+ C: N- J# q' i. z+ v２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
9 M" @# q7 i" ^/ X. m1 X9 d; Q. MThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
' s* z4 [8 o" O) v) Z8 Y! NThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

２４.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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" B& _! {; A2 Z２５.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
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。
Storm 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。
% q' {2 j+ a& Z. |Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
7 A& m) U3 Y9 g! [( \lonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
% h5 O8 o2 ^: R% T8 _: A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! ]$ y$ u' B$ x0 ?I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
% Q+ e/ ^: p  t7 oI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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3 e; r% {$ V7 @6 i" U/ q２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
1 w. \6 ]$ a) bTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
: S) t+ S* |* P1 r+ Rit mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
& a/ j/ q. G. I$ X: b在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
: B% _5 m6 a- N! vTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
5 q4 S  `; F& |! o# _In fiction she moves with ease.