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。”　　　　　　　　　　
+ H  ~7 H/ ?9 L3 g7 {7 p$ gAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
7 p' H2 u; e/ MIn 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.

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。
( ~, c+ ]  u5 J* uI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
# ^- o! I, I' s& w3 Q: m---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。
Leisure in its activity is work.
- i" V  e0 U/ M" o" F( @5 g% cThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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% q' b5 s3 V; R' F( _２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
, q; I- t0 S6 @% B: BThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
2 l* G9 B# T' y* v" T5 }9 H" |/ e% B, yThe 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。
$ r0 _5 z: v8 d& {5 S) ?0 vThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

8 T% o+ d/ O3 L& Y6 T２５.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。
. e5 q5 q, l' j4 F5 Q" X: D* L/ ^This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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# l% O+ d9 I0 \9 n" M3 J: f２６.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。
( K1 k& j2 a( e( y5 M9 O  {  HStorm 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
- O/ f1 L* b5 Slonely bride of the storm.
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8 z+ A6 j# \) R( Y7 |* d0 s２８.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.
I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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& H  E, `4 g3 Z- V0 B２９.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.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
. T/ |$ o' u5 ^3 d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.