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。”　　　　　　　　　　
8 [* E7 ~+ V% x6 I( {6 J1 QAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
2 @2 J; H3 W$ ~" d' J( EWhere is your dwelling-place?
In 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.

8 o1 r1 ?9 j4 p% w, y# b２１.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。
) O, W2 A: b6 t  Y/ a7 i* JI 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。
Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
# H& N2 _* z" T% v+ S" `) |$ R) \The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
- \! X/ Q8 Z- K4 k" h0 }The 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。
& }% v' V* M% @The 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。
$ s. w, N2 h- c# z" s# A0 Z* n7 x) z+ [This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

4 Q) i1 S4 E( ?* S% d6 J1 n２６.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。
3 e6 W" j, z. s- J6 ~& ]2 n/ ?. oStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
& A0 t, E7 ~4 t, \/ n  c, Nlonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
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。”
9 ], e1 E$ P2 g7 `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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6 i, X) ~# `" J  D; W２９.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.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
7 A, m$ U2 I" D) ^" j/ r' V0 @在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
: y8 M' C  v) P5 ]4 U& w% v' a0 fTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.