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。”　　　　　　　　　　
' U/ K, ^1 A2 o$ h) MAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
7 w& V# P; i6 kWhere is your dwelling-place?
. S% a% Z% I2 Z: E$ eIn 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.
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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。
( n/ _2 S6 J' }0 l6 G' m; uI 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。
* B8 t' b/ H( ~8 g: E8 ^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。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
1 O; z+ Q, Y3 ?! Y# ~0 nThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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% V+ G. D: g$ u7 c! C２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
, \; Y: I* o# c& M0 i6 fThe 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。
( k% Q8 M2 n4 d  IThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
6 a0 g0 T( S5 R7 r% ^* y) lI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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9 c3 O1 z, G2 w２６.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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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( o/ a5 b' `  |, w! f9 X２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
4 z' h( _+ I( x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.
" x5 _3 Z  k9 S+ W: |7 b! |4 yI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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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
! S' N. d" Q8 I# p1 ^$ ~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。
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
6 R4 l1 ]/ X7 I  G9 fTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.