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。”　　　　　　　　　　
! l+ F; c: T5 r/ w$ AAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
. m# t5 a* z2 ~In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
% p8 F! q) w" U# d0 L２０.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.

& n) ^. M) c) s7 v  [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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
0 h" s6 w' d3 ~---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。
% m  |' ]/ J( n# n% t, K" X7 TLeisure in its activity is work.
: D" g9 B, T2 \+ ~; l, Z$ eThe 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。
. Y. {9 [/ B2 F! qThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
" B  l0 H0 n" \7 G( C/ KThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

9 L8 V8 ]% p( F0 }6 v' I２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
! G3 @! @9 u3 D+ X5 o: o+ Z9 \The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

  u! U& j, P7 _; I- ^6 {- q. V２５.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。
8 O. t$ d- ?' _' aThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
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。
1 L0 T) k# U" A2 F: ^" H! ?2 Z+ [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。
4 h9 f2 r1 m' v  lThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
" U2 A( l. E5 f. R! n: xlonely bride of the storm.
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2 s* b: m2 t9 n5 m２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
* J+ U- R! x7 X2 G/ J' Y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.
& |1 U9 o: [) {7 D+ D* pI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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; H; N, P+ e5 F! N２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
- c) Y# r! a, {( p5 A3 d% F0 \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。
: M" B% q$ c6 Z4 YTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
3 s& n& Z/ P8 ]0 u6 e" Y* `In fiction she moves with ease.