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,
/ k. b+ }0 }; p1 a/ m8 CWhere is your dwelling-place?
& J7 c* l1 n6 r4 h9 B$ B* k% |In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
1 Z9 O. i2 N3 ?% r9 ~0 y# g! B/ ~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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3 i& M7 ?7 w8 G6 D6 ^) o7 P２１.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,
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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。
Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

- i% |3 ?, K% t2 F, }4 I/ }２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
! K" }* a( N$ b+ [7 d2 _The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
2 ?1 F1 j7 @- V& S) kThe 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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) n4 X% e/ J1 ~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.
& J# _3 e- E# g' X& H- JI 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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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+ `& ~, w- I% }* C) ]. N, b２７.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。
, `. A1 v, W% v8 @. uThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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) x: Z( `: O. M, b6 q& D( y2 e２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
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.
- S  r5 A8 p3 L9 c, mI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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1 ^7 a3 m, I0 R２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
5 H" A5 y4 r7 _% @6 w7 @: w; MTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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' \7 _6 h& Y+ ^/ a0 I( y3 `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.