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。”　　　　　　　　　　
" n; V- h" }. ?+ L: T4 nAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
$ Z! V3 I1 f1 SWhere is your dwelling-place?
. F+ w$ [! ?" Z1 U4 l0 @  i6 c  D) _In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
" t5 @: }7 o5 [+ ~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,
1 o4 Q! X5 H1 X3 p7 {---I cannot see them.

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.
( y+ S- a! G* p& WThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

! N. r1 @0 m% w& Q２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
, _- G* x( y- i" P- X$ X3 D; zThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

0 L" _' M$ U1 ], m- n  ?) N3 A２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
. M+ n9 K9 R/ ~8 Y. q' `The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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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。
8 Z* L  p5 s: X/ W! G  {5 `This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
( |* c, {3 Q3 V& X0 o0 yall things.

1 x% [% _2 e+ K4 z! y２６.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.
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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
# D) B6 K& z& H8 r2 T$ K0 l" [lonely bride of the storm.

; y- r1 U+ K# E  D) q: \+ [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.
I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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" o! L% }; R! i" i: L２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
7 E5 t9 X# V" @4 e& Q* @$ e$ d, z0 n! rTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
3 s( h* x9 x4 z2 ]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。
9 L  S0 c. f/ ^* U在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
; n) d* {# \! ~In fiction she moves with ease.