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,
) d" z) t4 t% t" l' ~Where is your dwelling-place?
# L5 e/ `0 l( q" ^# dIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
. E6 }; `+ s  k, y２０.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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$ i! O' E% j4 {) N) J２１.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,
---I cannot see them.

& i1 [% d6 i) R3 q: G4 Z# d２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
8 {* n7 J  y- @Leisure in its activity is work.
7 Q" H6 Q9 P1 `$ UThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

  J, F: h% `- D* K& O& e２３.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.
* w2 Z* E/ g, \: x3 _The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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' y# e8 O  m2 ]4 F２４.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.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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* E+ n$ f- r$ N2 U9 U1 W) w+ 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.

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。
1 ^6 {, _2 f" L- MThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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9 k* n& j6 K! E! X! r5 @$ ]3 J２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
6 \9 x7 @. j3 L& b0 `( V0 U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。”
; a) ]% z0 I- k6 o+ C2 R5 P, zI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
+ v# T. E! x0 k6 P( I( yI 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。
# P5 m1 w: b9 C# [Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
! s1 \( R- Q2 E: sit mere change and no wealth.
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8 w0 r/ n7 h& f# d& q３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
, i% b0 T& G) [在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
& `0 j" o# n% O7 O  `# wTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.