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。”　　　　　　　　　　
0 J0 a1 B9 ^" [! P* Z% [0 X3 [) fAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
7 C+ e$ Q4 S, h* NIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
: }4 ?0 y& l! K1 W  W8 f２０.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.

& i" y. @; y  S! S; k２１.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。
7 M! b  @1 Z+ J, w/ P8 iI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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' O6 G, c" v& {+ S( q& T; R5 U, V２２.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.
8 d) n1 x. s  ~! f  ^  D$ eThe 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.
5 f% a0 k0 C2 C8 H0 {) o* p/ q* jThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
5 @9 K7 N* p+ o( ~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.
! x) x7 e* L8 f3 X; x7 @I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
% D8 N& e: f3 c4 O/ ^all things.
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1 q$ E' m4 [4 ~  n3 Z２６.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。
8 R  H+ k+ @" K1 u0 i0 h& A/ r9 AStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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2 C. B5 T! w" L% 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。
1 @2 ]3 i" e" T. J* A& G% DThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely 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.
# y1 z6 N3 O% e# ~5 x7 P* r; o$ FI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

" g$ x2 o; S+ E, F２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
/ O' T$ w- p1 OTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

% q4 J% _6 J5 ~' u３０.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。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
2 w$ f) m& q' C9 ]4 |In fiction she moves with ease.