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.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
- a0 x+ `- w/ Y% a" f2 j& t２０.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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: _) p7 r& e: G# |0 E* W) K# F. p２１.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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3 }( i( w5 s" O3 C4 T4 f1 E２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
5 a6 `2 s5 t; WLeisure in its activity is work.
/ \( E* h( I% e" W( V7 zThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

; O9 C$ ~' f) U' t9 A" E２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
0 M6 {4 F9 v, a  g5 }The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
  ^! `' ]% D) E& r( DThe 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.
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: K8 Q6 B) @  A( l8 |3 h２５.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.
2 A) R" I3 i: [I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all 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。
- K3 l8 f' Z7 `0 ]; QStorm 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。
; ~4 {, C( C' ~. S: T* [2 QThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
! \) x) V$ h* C2 X4 qlonely bride of the storm.

" x! D9 C! t! ~! C, X２８.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。”
7 h& u* f0 [8 @8 r, R% jI 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。
" n) h8 b( w; T9 s0 ZTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
% J8 K5 N, m+ J( a( g" c; ?8 X: Pit mere change and no wealth.
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7 ?* n8 @: P# K３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
+ u4 I6 ~8 B% H8 v在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
8 G; E9 S: Q6 J: B2 \8 H( Q8 V8 rIn fiction she moves with ease.