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。”　　　　　　　　　　
2 \+ g; z. W1 o7 |3 v& C+ `& {3 uAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
& n+ C$ k' ^, m/ E9 ?- Q) J7 [6 VIn 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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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。
  x7 e1 Y, ]8 n" p4 L& w/ T( I, @, mI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
- v. Q) S7 u7 p/ X---I cannot see them.

( f1 h/ D. a, E, ?: t２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
+ N" Q" u! D( C. F; MLeisure in its activity is work.
$ h: p# p2 i) Z- j+ FThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.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.
8 h3 i% B5 W/ q4 o0 lThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

0 l8 `9 S+ E; c1 t: n5 A' Z２４.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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% J! I2 v8 @. G# j, S6 b２５.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。
/ M0 f8 W- H, g6 vThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
* `/ A; f3 O$ H) J* F. S2 x; tI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
# k' ~7 |3 t7 o/ `/ ^5 rall things.
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3 V& q2 {" X- 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.

# y) q2 ~( c$ [! k; t; T8 i+ r２７.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
lonely bride of the storm.
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% ]4 \# e9 q) i1 ~# D* o  O7 _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.
/ t3 `: Y6 C7 cI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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3 H* V1 L) l: `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
9 l* x$ j1 F: G$ Y/ {it mere change and no wealth.

2 W2 r- I6 [* b３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
/ m/ a1 K+ b9 `, G0 w4 f在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
& ?" x( j* C( Q! a2 bTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.