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,
# _' P1 [! k6 f2 w1 H% C( S/ p: m% HWhere 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.
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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。
& y4 k8 ]- i4 D, ZI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
+ D5 H* O) Z) ?& p- E) m---I cannot see them.
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" x( L6 @( Y( ^; S; B7 X２２.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.
3 Y* i0 k; i  f9 h) ]The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

) k; l! L2 A; z& }2 u& o9 Z, [- K２３.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.
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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。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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& y- q" i$ N8 F  [0 N; e" J２５.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.
. D$ p4 @" p+ mI 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。
4 e1 G' X) t6 L- ~Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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: R( v& r" L  l1 _& r  t* u. Z２７.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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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
9 J) ?5 u( D1 q3 x6 I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。”
: q3 R! V( ^1 u8 x0 |* i" CI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
- o* h$ c. o4 v6 U. g4 ]% C  KI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

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
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。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.