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,
5 O) ^# Q+ a: n  t/ J, jWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
, g2 Q5 r4 [7 M7 h$ Y２０.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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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 {7 p  `  a2 `! f' K* e+ lI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
+ c5 \2 v4 b4 E% z---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。
Leisure in its activity is work.
  B; U5 _' J* L: v- e* \! VThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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２３.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。
  i! o* u& r, t0 N$ qThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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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 [) L, o( p% a2 Q# tThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
: c/ m+ x% O' v' i6 v4 z' \I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

8 M  d' P, m  W3 s２６.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。
( m6 W9 |; z  t+ o$ ^) vStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

- g) ~" H+ i5 Y/ P+ r5 p. }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。
- F: ]; b: J8 f- @( hThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
# A, F$ D, F! x3 wlonely bride of the storm.

- m: `4 B+ D; `9 C; p/ `% n0 @２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
% T: O# s/ A: F" o, j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.
I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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0 T& }- X/ p9 ?9 n. ]8 ?1 p２９.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.

( W9 b! k) s" A' q, l３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
8 N6 u- E& r  z+ K& P% X" @在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
4 d9 u9 V  b4 tTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.