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。”　　　　　　　　　　
) C' v; W7 U; i. V1 a% b0 ?0 ?8 m" ~Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
6 v$ e& H# Y+ k- @+ |& L/ V0 D1 `Where is your dwelling-place?
: r2 J. l" e3 k2 i% |1 sIn 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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- V& y7 X+ W* F5 b1 R. W; W% G２１.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,
---I cannot see them.
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( r+ U1 k+ \6 B0 Z' G! t２２.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.
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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.
3 z8 B% e# i$ t2 wThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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; W  L" K3 f. n! _２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
6 k4 \7 z% n3 IThe 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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
, Y# n) H9 v, ~3 f5 A$ l9 ?I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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  e! e; w- R* ?0 }+ `6 I２６.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。
& h; n0 b' g6 p6 H: y1 ?0 h: h8 L, rStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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: w/ N3 P8 o1 v２７.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
" O4 `: c: B2 H( Llonely bride of the storm.

+ `3 b6 l( \8 _# C4 }% q1 _: |+ F２８.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.
I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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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
it mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
% b1 x% X3 q$ F. e在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
# }' X4 Q8 e( r; E: pTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
9 i- |$ z% K" R/ bIn fiction she moves with ease.