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。”　　　　　　　　　　
1 i8 k* o( Z) m  w& ^( s) x' e; D' mAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
* w7 o/ Q1 S: d* i/ C2 QIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
- `1 k) h/ u5 Y' H２０.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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  X$ Z) B+ e4 ?2 R3 V２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
) R9 b. ?, a/ U- T7 Y' |Leisure in its activity is work.
The 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。
$ S) O* b* Z) _5 T) N# a, tThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
6 d9 a- i. T& L$ pThe 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。
/ y; ^' \  A+ S  w( u, f8 PThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

) ]$ W; E9 J2 q* F" ]( x& w/ q0 B' P２５.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
: p; {3 M" c+ b1 B, Kall things.
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  b0 n5 {$ Q# L/ c２６.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。
# k- l+ d% @- r( i" _0 x2 d% RStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

4 h1 C# k$ i7 ?, R* r２７.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
- A7 B1 D3 R4 ~% Rlonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
1 D3 i; W$ ?! a% O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。”
& q; Y& h0 S& k+ y9 E, J/ t2 {I 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.

$ K2 f) r  ?& u/ C* w4 l2 ^２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
5 `7 M- y9 F" B9 k" k+ X+ s- f. PTime 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.
In fiction she moves with ease.