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 N# G$ C" s2 b( O5 a0 `: ?Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
; G, Z. s5 w: s6 j. z; @Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
7 R" A# Z! ?' \1 W, G5 z/ w0 l２０.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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4 s' n4 E" W& a5 J. ]7 m6 d２１.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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２２.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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$ r: Z$ T' N8 b8 \, o. }! a, h２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
+ Y9 G) r9 Y, p7 m- A' B0 ~The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
& [0 y5 z3 P$ R1 AThe 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。
( R( {5 y6 L! n4 d5 I8 pThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

* k) g# K9 P% ?: C4 J4 a- ?4 }8 b, q２５.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。
! G* @: o) G3 ~3 HThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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8 \: R8 F/ n( V7 m2 O$ @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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
9 }( m) u$ g7 H6 y' ilonely bride of the storm.
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２８.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 h9 o4 m3 c8 R6 nI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

9 o5 ]" j  y$ U２９.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
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３０.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。
  h- ?: `* @, n# a, b" KTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.