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,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
' Q  f/ S8 h; P5 @4 b( I3 a) N5 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.
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2 R. g# P* ^* T4 ]5 P9 K２１.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,
% U# p& u8 X& d. ^---I cannot see them.

２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
# u9 _, ^5 J8 f  z" _- ~Leisure in its activity is work.
: F! L) j) R& Q3 MThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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' _- C9 ^( C$ c  N２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
  P% ]" e6 l8 W; \The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
0 @5 Z0 `# P7 c+ N% @) ?  dThe 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.

' W% U( O) a7 f3 z, 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.
8 b$ U4 J2 ?9 F- {( GI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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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。
- A- k# M# W, N, x  }8 ]$ ]. oStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

9 P! I; q& e  ^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。
' S5 t' N' a& c- _) {: RThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

: S' R  v& n% W; U" n* }1 Y8 L２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
: o+ n3 _' o: {" ^6 g+ W% }1 J- n$ `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。”
+ l7 y% t% g' _2 O+ G0 OI 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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２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
- q2 s, O2 ?" X" m* nTime 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。
5 T7 K: q; a: e8 \& T在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
* ~3 |( c; S% U7 p7 NTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
% Q! k- T/ \# [& jIn fiction she moves with ease.