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。”　　　　　　　　　　
/ v! L1 o) s- Q* a+ NAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
% C% k# g0 M4 S9 L9 b, Y( b+ LIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
" C$ Y/ f$ I! _  f- g+ F' U0 |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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$ x7 v% T. l0 }; p+ T* s3 j２１.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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, c2 B9 R9 E; S/ q２２.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.
2 R% T4 A3 s% x  G4 l7 f" NThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

0 G2 \6 j' W0 U& S. s& l. C; T２３.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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

( v  I) h# R* E; q  {5 A; _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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. p+ a% u" d/ L/ H# }" \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。
0 ~+ @& g/ D* eThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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5 Y$ {$ e8 l9 R7 e, ^) 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。
, }2 q4 m' m1 q! ~' ZStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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5 g9 z- O9 }, E; V/ ]% z$ q２７.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
6 N- f% j! l* i7 l' I" llonely bride of the storm.

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.
& U  \% T$ [0 \* |& y4 ]I 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
it mere change and no wealth.
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5 }$ S" t! B: `8 V4 u  Y7 Q３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
3 m! ]# T* C# B$ h5 {在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
2 a- s6 m  U$ h! YTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.