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。”　　　　　　　　　　
$ I  l4 B" n2 C  J! i' t8 IAsks 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.

# r; h; s: X: e% J- I# t２１.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。
4 H( h) O. S9 \! p5 jI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
: H5 L, B# b- i0 x6 [( a. {; o---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。
2 ^$ v; s# C+ s" ]2 V9 RLeisure in its activity is work.
& U. Q4 L+ {* AThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

7 `+ _2 r7 E% q" h) u# y8 s+ x２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
: ~3 j+ X# G- P, a$ O- w/ N4 K$ _: IThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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* [9 e8 Z+ E" Q6 S/ ?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.

8 U9 o$ b8 a1 ?  A3 J２５.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。
; X9 z$ _2 T6 c( d7 B, M5 T7 AThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
) y! r$ E6 r/ A) q7 Y) R6 tall things.

２６.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。
$ }! d( _9 o% u2 R: `* {8 VThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
* [) b8 K# P) klonely bride of the storm.

5 ^7 j4 ^9 n  y6 g  W２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
/ u! i1 y, _: g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。”
$ N7 C1 h1 j0 _# S- z& _I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
3 \! V, r% h/ s/ x- yI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

" q+ U0 a' {4 y/ |２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
0 N  u9 ~# J! Q, v; I1 jTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
& V  R8 O/ {$ U; K5 D9 G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.