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。”　　　　　　　　　　
, o/ R( |5 ^* ]" c% KAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
) ]& L' v# Y( ~% V' H1 i4 JIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
% c% \4 M& O: r5 H$ i２０.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。
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。
; v4 Y8 m2 u9 Z, I7 [7 {Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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２３.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.
8 p- V/ g, \) ?8 `The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

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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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。
# T3 P# u# g2 z5 tThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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7 c$ I) U0 x8 z２６.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。
! m. R5 p7 j. E: V- ?5 dStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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9 ]0 {% N" o( A２７.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。
6 C0 Q. s1 q$ K! c3 i- ~/ _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。”
0 i* S' a$ {" `: G% D) 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。”
I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
+ z) X7 }  d1 {" K8 uI 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。
/ x8 H+ i( d  @9 h: {2 WTime 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。
* Y# T% u, n/ Y8 Z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.