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。”　　　　　　　　　　
4 B) I. ]% O) I- |8 o& DAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
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.
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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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
% p, U8 C0 b% ~9 m% s9 P---I cannot see them.
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5 B& ]6 L! ~6 x  c' |2 B２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
$ C  J* c' V; F) M" F* X: O# kLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

# W3 N! l; `6 \" ^) T２３.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.
0 l9 Q! M' z( Z4 mThe 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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1 N; Z* g6 V5 l- U: V) o# 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。
% Q3 l1 v5 W4 y( JThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

7 @* M  W- Q+ U$ l, S" K; ?. R  S& |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。
; x% g3 R1 }9 \5 w, r8 M% qStorm 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
4 E( z- N; m+ w3 F- @lonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
7 k8 J- ^; H" k0 T2 ~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。”
4 {$ e* e$ f' ?- `% z  S$ y' JI 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.

/ P& s* q# R- P) W& o２９.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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３０.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.
" x0 h, U* H- b' f, cIn fiction she moves with ease.