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。”　　　　　　　　　　
3 \6 R  v2 `2 W) I2 |Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
: p1 C3 O$ {+ D' {8 Q9 U" yWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
. Y% W  E0 `+ 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.

% D* F) s9 u* A7 t( C8 ^0 T! Y２１.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,
, f. @" U: K4 u---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。
9 Q, G' L. i8 ELeisure in its activity is work.
- Z& n8 M- k* ^% T3 o, {The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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3 w1 z9 I, U7 _- Q- i  K6 e3 g: ?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.
  v, J  I$ m1 n8 _( Z2 gThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

9 f: ^, |+ ]( K# C& L5 [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.

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。
+ o' r" }/ x9 v* wThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

( l/ ?0 Q$ J0 A  d- o２７.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
6 v3 f( i0 u7 m6 \, rlonely bride of the storm.

5 J: M! @3 \6 v２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
) l  ~( I$ J' V- o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.

2 b/ t! W# q( b+ M２９.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
0 Q( M, S. t4 M  Iit mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
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.