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。”　　　　　　　　　　
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
+ N6 h/ O; u  |2 s/ RWhere is your dwelling-place?
) x/ [0 ?8 L5 VIn 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.

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。
) r/ T6 x/ A" K0 X; P' g+ \2 vI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
. U6 R3 d5 o- e0 [/ B& G6 Z---I cannot see them.
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( c3 P) K, R! _; r  K  G２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
5 Q6 ^" [% S% U  a5 m. FLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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9 b* g* B& P4 S- K２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
: J  f' d. _; H$ H" F0 oThe 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。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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  f. Y+ h* @+ m+ }6 H２５.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.

* o! h" c* G, u, f2 ^% E) c２６.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。
9 g6 r2 Z5 G* F! W: h) iStorm 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。
2 y7 W/ ?( X4 s0 J. ?5 lThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
6 _  N8 X/ C# V' {4 flonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
: N( n; u) A9 v) z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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- `! H% n+ M6 j% b6 J8 g  a9 H% `* F２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
9 u" Q* Z/ g6 ?: rTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
/ Y, V+ I$ P. T5 p  l7 wit mere change and no wealth.
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: Z+ ~6 b- B: A$ e３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
" {. z( C2 e5 X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.