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。”　　　　　　　　　　
8 B" O% v/ c: P; ?3 \& {7 t' IAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
& e  T' m2 K1 C' I! oWhere 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.

' s. S' \8 V4 I% w& C( u9 j1 y２１.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。
: A, e( }0 L; {( Z# k- g) x# [I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
: c6 G. Y1 G' `& ^Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
$ U4 \0 ?. T( dThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
$ D& [' `7 |2 r' gThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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( @2 P/ d6 C- l% R２４.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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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.

. R1 I$ ]2 r  G& ?, R7 S/ p) f２６.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。
( X: L7 r: V  R" Z/ N3 @Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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" n! ^  J5 y3 g" X6 s２７.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
. n! t: L+ W" E9 ~  Ulonely bride of the storm.

  q0 {- }( u# ?( o) l" r% l5 J２８.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.
5 }' J7 k1 t8 t0 L2 P1 G  k! K* II 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
+ e+ O) I' w3 r5 x3 _it mere change and no wealth.

! _7 q& Q; u5 e: I$ `9 c３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
5 t9 D" m4 {+ [8 Q+ i2 B0 i- z在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
& ^: C% r4 y/ w/ ?/ q7 sTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
, c' R9 x2 f5 U$ ^- bIn fiction she moves with ease.