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。”　　　　　　　　　　
4 l/ |. _# S6 s  g: x& k2 KAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
# v  b6 R8 W1 |2 N: e/ T9 TIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
( `# c8 A8 `8 s. y$ K5 Z; Z２０.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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9 g8 b4 d' l7 u( L２１.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,
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3 q/ U  n) Q5 Y) h! u9 L２２.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.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

9 ~* ?8 w1 W+ o, h２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
4 E# K. Y. T2 |# wThe 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。
1 _( O1 n) ]8 P# t" b* V" PThe 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。
+ `/ ^- b. c$ V0 s$ Q/ {4 xThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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8 E3 h$ V  `+ t" }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。
. }6 i1 q4 V+ h. ]  vStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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+ M7 x- D6 K! p: x/ T) b) _２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
2 e& T; K8 v4 }8 ?, M' v, Y' ?# ^6 b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.

２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
! b/ @0 U3 u6 E' s4 T: \# zTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

4 W: ^8 ]: @1 G  x4 h- b& p( o& v9 W３０.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.