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,
! [1 L+ y1 Z6 y! C: e( R7 TWhere 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.

0 ~3 E4 ^; ]4 X0 l4 y+ l0 y8 t２１.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,
* p, d. S+ |- f' ]3 ?# v1 ]---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。
  q8 z$ v; v, W7 p  A' ILeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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; z, i: P+ R% \２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
3 a, s! U" b* G# i* G! |The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
- G9 D: [) }! [$ `The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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/ O2 M* R; X, i2 R. `２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
0 }# C1 P- n9 C% A  M# u% mThe 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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
2 k" f/ S8 r! e( OI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
! B2 G. A7 v4 D  Wall 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。
Storm 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。
3 E6 v( k% V/ L4 YThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
$ R  f/ R) m. s" q% tlonely bride of the storm.
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0 f- `. w* v  Z/ h２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
7 `9 F# O( ]  _& v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。”
( p* L5 ~9 v. e, w4 H+ z3 u. HI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
2 u* O/ d# m/ u' T; W3 lI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

: P  B/ k- t) ~1 u  D1 t! F２９.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
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
3 r0 X$ w% X; p8 p在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
" @8 s% i! g- X0 Q7 P# {! p8 n$ IIn fiction she moves with ease.