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 @; }7 j0 ^7 H. Q! W3 HAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
5 }1 U2 r& t7 o$ F' |( F' ], N+ t2 TWhere is your dwelling-place?
In 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。
: |% ~" T4 u5 d$ _; b6 i- V' {I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

7 X; Y+ N' g6 A- p2 I２２.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.
: l: x# D7 r  ^0 V9 u7 iThe 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。
& x! Y- n; [% ?) c1 DThe 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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

  R: K; q. w& `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。
* P5 A% o7 F4 q/ yStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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1 C, i3 j$ X: c9 ?0 y1 {' L２７.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。
9 q0 U2 D, v1 h- x; `: }Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

) S0 ^% w9 ^6 ], p6 g２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
2 K5 m& X" ~* g$ h$ ~$ c7 |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.
3 v/ l9 H) s* V* k- vI 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。
) e: o% B1 U" ?6 j+ X: M& gTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
2 `8 @" q- m( _1 n2 q  ]it mere change and no wealth.
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% q0 p3 q1 P, q4 d' g, P３０.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。
, z) _7 G0 Y) f7 M: xTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.