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。”　　　　　　　　　　
- M$ g1 }/ j+ K* ^Asks 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,
---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。
' H. p5 t6 s4 {Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

! q) L3 u5 j6 Q9 H7 E6 c* S２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
! P4 q! g7 [/ k3 f6 C" W7 YThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
1 h, _- U* ~& a2 s1 VThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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$ e2 t! y( {' I" g1 P$ a4 P２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
& A( K/ S: `' VThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

/ W. G  }' J9 A4 Z/ U0 u! }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.
3 r# h- j) r: K, [( \, ZI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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, I& `/ `1 ^+ p* y; q２６.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: `1 B: b% vStorm 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。
3 C( J1 C+ K* \3 O. N0 kThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
2 o; B% \- A3 `0 A8 jlonely bride of the storm.
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1 s0 }7 p0 t# h# O! J# L２８.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。”
2 n  V6 A- B# I: d. EI 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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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
! f6 i7 _# X, `$ D, ^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。
( ~7 j- H/ M: C8 x& k) f在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
1 o  ]. E' |. t2 ^  sTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.