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。”　　　　　　　　　　
+ t5 ~4 w+ E  HAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
9 l* J1 r9 @) _In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
* A- j7 O5 Q5 b5 K２０.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.

２１.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,
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2 f# D  o$ ]7 d. \6 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.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

" l- U. U3 p2 z% k. F２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
1 s; ^" l. _5 r8 t5 B  h# _The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
5 L% W* ~' B3 rThe 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。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

) p7 C$ X! J4 {* d- ?& I+ k２５.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。
8 `& P4 _8 I- n$ b2 p& yThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
. d2 R9 m3 N1 A: f& P, Sall things.

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。
' z4 N7 I7 \" i) k4 l& uStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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% W+ |3 j) G, m+ s. ^) o+ G２７.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
. V. q* w$ U$ n" t5 }2 n: h* `lonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
3 Q6 W/ s) S3 P) J! i) l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。”
- |: g) X# w: `" LI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
- G6 u' \9 u3 T5 u1 Q7 v- GI 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。
! ?- B5 w; o8 y6 ?4 ZTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

7 ]4 @' C) _" h３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
6 w# t0 g' X5 X$ z0 }/ \8 \) M4 d5 f在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.