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。”　　　　　　　　　　
1 L- h8 }  K7 S7 C0 iAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
- c8 O* T/ _" d% {0 nWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
3 @9 L; m& C/ B0 a2 R２０.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.

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。
7 P9 T$ e: e4 w5 r; `: I  A5 h8 V- iI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
( ~& h  t# d3 m$ \---I cannot see them.
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3 @. m# G5 y2 A/ O/ F２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
& Z0 z% b8 q; N7 g! qLeisure in its activity is work.
% q. F: e; p5 C$ J0 ^9 M8 \The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

! Z$ s0 P7 Y5 \4 G. V２３.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.
! d. V- F' v) C$ c7 S0 I" U  L% FThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

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.

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。
; }' C4 q% f* N- g  F; CThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
) L. r% ^  p/ Q+ L3 Gall things.
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$ e0 R8 E, D! t, ^0 P5 n9 s２６.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.

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。
5 |& ?% h4 I# wThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
: A7 @( j; _' ~  L" Plonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
5 U' b2 t* i8 `. O; m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。”
/ o( @) E# x# J* s5 [5 MI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
6 V) u; b" z" @; H6 P% ~I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

1 Q, R2 v+ {$ N/ ?% O+ `$ Z% o２９.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
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。
+ F- h3 J, `; t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.