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 O& e  k% w* Y9 ]" R0 p4 XAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
8 k0 V. ~/ h; b* @0 r! t7 uWhere is your dwelling-place?
: r0 e/ A# n% T$ ]6 X1 n0 ]7 T5 MIn 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.

4 f4 }; D9 O; c4 q, {8 t２１.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。
5 t' K% U; L9 s: wI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
  F& P+ ?7 i# g---I cannot see them.
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# p9 D+ s( U! g5 {. p: z5 I. S7 B２２.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.

7 t) s( f& t8 W8 m, m4 M4 c２３.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.

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.

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。
% u2 ]/ p: X4 n$ ^This rainy evening the wind is restless.
# T9 N5 [% t$ ^I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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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。
* z# r# E, P' n, e4 K# M0 WStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

9 _. n! V2 t, H) ]/ ?; d+ O( E9 [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。
" R4 S$ d* n  N- dThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

8 j: k% U) Z6 I+ }/ ]0 A+ [２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
: O' \' V. O: d" @% j" S* V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。”
' }' n9 r5 A, \9 H; vI 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.

) ?2 W, A% t0 m' w; 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 N* ~- _7 |3 _: XTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
6 c& r+ }' Q& I& {/ [it mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
9 w( G$ P4 J! A7 N, n在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
8 s0 Y8 S9 e" x$ E+ I2 tTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.