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。”　　　　　　　　　　
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
& w! B& r9 `& A  O" o: {' u. p２０.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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! h! c# Z. \$ @" j7 ?# n* U- 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。
, V) D4 O, [. N; t4 F# ^I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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1 N, v  X! ~- l9 d, z; ]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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* ~9 J1 R3 W$ y# G- Q２３.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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

% s+ a' e! C* L; b$ e% p２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
# l, c) G; h; I4 `' m, `The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

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。
; l; y- y2 o! n2 W% @, N+ dThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
* i" ?5 ?8 G! |I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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7 |$ U0 L( k( e% _/ F- s２６.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.

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。
- s* d! J9 P% t$ p  N; YThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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4 ]( b2 j& ~3 k+ h- c２８.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。”
I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
& R' b& D6 R4 d* xI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

2 E% B: L- n1 s* D9 ^/ v２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
" o# p- r7 a" K; h  |+ UTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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4 F  t- v6 P, |0 w2 V4 q7 j３０.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。
' o) o+ o4 P2 iTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
- _1 ?! f* P2 ?, B7 `* wIn fiction she moves with ease.