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。”　　　　　　　　　　
% n! ]; }; c" oAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
9 s) a# `; `* x* d0 E7 @0 jIn 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.

! F! G3 P' Y  }1 L4 G1 H２１.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。
" j; [1 j4 R5 `$ I" {5 ~Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

0 L& S6 v1 N% b+ N２３.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.
! q. Y0 v: ]7 r# w5 tThe 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。
9 d4 I5 m; a4 L$ m# v/ nThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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. C2 h" a' z% o  l8 U: T6 N$ v. B２５.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。
) _5 c0 O# u$ I! G6 K/ E; m* R7 AThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
$ d8 U7 K" a, [! qall 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。
* j; x( N: ?% d7 i2 {5 [; BStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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3 W3 ]$ Q( D: M8 A3 ?6 ?0 r' j1 M２７.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
lonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
$ v2 {$ }2 R# d* [2 m" ^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.
% H) S) K- c+ J; A! [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。
3 b+ y& E4 M0 d3 ETime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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8 p( s1 O! m9 o& m& V; Q３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
9 M  `% O$ E. A% S+ h在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
" s8 r# d, h9 r1 hIn fiction she moves with ease.