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。”　　　　　　　　　　
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
) F& S: I- `1 g* r* NIn 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.

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。
1 O5 d) @% e6 u! p/ L0 uI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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3 B6 F3 t$ z* c4 F２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
, w) M% H  q$ DLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

/ j9 f( @, t: d, ?" D２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
* s# A/ O3 M/ s. X0 F; [: F, r* WThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
5 [1 s3 v: M; l7 a0 ?The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

, L7 o9 V. K* l' S' i( }/ \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.

' K2 p5 `% m+ P% [+ Z２５.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.
3 f! Q( H. _* w  l5 mI 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。
1 ?) j$ r8 J4 b) UStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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, [# ~- z' {, S  v" X２７.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。
) W& m9 I& m/ C7 pThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
7 V5 I( Z6 H. O6 d8 r0 r1 ~lonely bride of the storm.
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9 _& Q" s+ ~3 O1 j, m7 p２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
0 {2 S7 P( b8 r7 M0 Z; t. n. R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。”
  ]7 Y/ N0 Z, ^I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
! }+ L6 }. ^2 f9 \! x: bI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

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
. s4 C6 w/ m/ p2 K* L) C; @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。
7 r: N5 Z" V9 m$ D* H( w# d) c+ I在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
, T2 }9 H" s# m# ]! ATruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.