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.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
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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8 ^. A( }( E5 |- v+ t8 K5 Q. F２１.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。
8 ~/ z) t! L# @6 M2 iI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---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.
& r( t1 `4 S7 X) R% t( X. ?The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

5 v( i5 l' [. W; ^- G0 s( m２３.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.
1 Z4 @3 `, C) vThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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$ b& [: q5 I/ v: h% W" a% i8 {２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
2 z- i5 i8 _: |6 R9 i- PThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

6 \4 t5 v4 s6 ]7 I% C２５.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。
- ~6 h$ H6 O, x4 w$ v) wThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
& u! u# |5 u) n' g3 mI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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7 O1 C6 @6 s+ r( q5 b２６.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 Z1 J1 x, e) aStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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0 R& s  U) E1 n5 b2 v0 p  w5 [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。
2 b* S/ H! [% B" h2 P2 S! KThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
, p1 k" Z9 z+ \' u$ p3 ~4 ?, Elonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
( M; F7 J; k  s4 e- h' x1 w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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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.
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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.