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,
3 t! N& E  k% U5 ~& VWhere is your dwelling-place?
' v: _# E" i" G5 h" T; LIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
3 a' s9 Y4 T# x- S２０.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,
0 S! B, P4 ?- a6 K, ]- ^* y( B---I cannot see them.

) z' Y% Z! i! L* W! v  V) Y２２.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.
  }% K* w: T5 ?+ Z# F, M/ g. o/ vThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
! V2 s3 y  K0 f; Z, {1 ]The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
7 j4 _( X$ D  L" x# yThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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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.

7 h4 x- b% j$ y２５.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.
- e- Z6 h& P9 O5 j# l# |3 h4 [I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
* L) V% W. [9 \9 p3 Rall things.
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( @" O1 K( C( l1 t6 X9 A1 h２６.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。
8 I7 Y* r5 U9 YStorm 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。
7 \; a7 u# ?, @" ~5 q2 q6 u. AThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
8 y+ [: B/ B+ C, }8 s# `1 Z) ilonely bride of the storm.
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２８.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.
+ p5 H( _* j% H) v& l1 a/ VI 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。
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

1 o+ H7 L# g3 C/ o& d, ^, u３０.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。
! h0 X9 u8 H2 C; H8 T% GTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
1 e; ]" C+ o- q# sIn fiction she moves with ease.