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。”　　　　　　　　　　
; s8 G& f3 C9 |; kAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
% p7 x5 b% c8 L5 |- p& U+ h: }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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! |( E" r6 W- V4 R+ O1 p% z' b２１.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,
& `0 o7 r9 n3 F8 B4 S---I cannot see them.
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２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
( B. t/ H5 e% e3 W6 U- p9 }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。
6 M1 M; N, x$ |, x0 \The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The 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。
: H5 s# G# n7 R9 \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。
1 E# ?% P! E5 t; `' W( Y" w9 E& MThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
5 M% R7 u/ ]- \% {all things.
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# M6 x* ?0 U5 U& h4 K# y) X. @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.
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- {+ ~/ a. u3 ]8 ~& |" ~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。
  C$ d  M% U3 D  s& T1 iThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
$ q9 C( K; Z* |lonely bride of the storm.

3 _. c8 ]) W- Y9 x0 X6 \) u２８.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。”
, L" L5 g4 c  P: w1 _  LI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
* b; I- L& E- `# b- L! iI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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, k9 p$ E8 j$ y２９.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
$ o+ i  C7 O, x3 jit mere change and no wealth.

; W6 `1 A9 v* D4 E8 N0 a; Q& X0 j1 D３０.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。
$ o# M6 `4 P) kTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
  k: S# r/ P4 g! y8 QIn fiction she moves with ease.