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。”　　　　　　　　　　
! v2 \/ P* W: k& n/ G; Q! X% CAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
! l; j" \0 L' rWhere is your dwelling-place?
+ ~% T' W; z! g" O" Z2 aIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
5 t! A4 _% S$ k% n& h1 Q1 q( ?) k２０.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.

: e" p& r2 G+ x1 w6 Q' ^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,
9 z6 K7 ^$ L% X' I---I cannot see them.
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. t' A* g) ?+ l" E( T0 B0 C２２.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.

8 z  L8 ^/ k5 d% f9 U  |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.
7 w8 m% F7 Q+ o* nThe 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.

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.
" h; N  ^5 d& w) M, D# X: J5 II look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

' J$ i  d1 \8 i# W8 B. D% N" X2 C２６.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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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。
) m8 U2 L4 B/ {  }* J- [! E. JThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
- o! i+ ?" H3 v# e# y. elonely bride of the storm.

& B3 h# `4 S7 Y6 }( n( T! ~２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
' m% J! j3 [9 n5 k% P* y/ }4 a* I  j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。”
' Y) l1 K+ J9 I+ i6 _+ UI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
) g+ D% o! h8 v1 q1 b" @2 h4 W8 ?; Z5 ?$ BI 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。
# i3 F- ]# x2 L) N/ qTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

  H( M: v! E0 v4 D' O* g6 }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。
1 Q4 E% u. [0 i; P* u* z2 T# nTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.