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。”　　　　　　　　　　
' g- g" v+ T% l6 d, c4 F& qAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
0 T+ ]% e9 x; RWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
$ M' p1 r$ |+ k# D9 H) ?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.

$ q* s, J, @9 [5 N２１.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。
7 N* e1 y' N0 D0 b0 u8 TI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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* Y$ T$ r) c( d6 [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.
7 k* ~6 `# p( M- DThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

8 P( Q8 u( S9 a7 X% D5 v* R２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
% Y; W9 ~5 @: @% v. XThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
& ~$ B+ {# s9 S, s% i! q$ M" yThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

; r* E( A1 f. x2 P) u# @) k1 A# Y  Q２４.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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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。
2 a" k. `. i# Y) F' h: s* JThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
4 U; f& A0 i2 q1 VI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

/ X0 e( m( W, g# K4 b# L: N２６.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.

3 T: O2 S1 r( m' `4 v: ]5 H２７.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.

２８.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.
) Z: ?0 f- ?* ]5 a; s" G: t* NI 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
! a8 ]5 x, a1 [6 A, Oit mere change and no wealth.

& A  {! }2 o6 b: U" `9 m) _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。
, |8 K8 E/ [5 H4 e% T! }Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.