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,
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In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
. W% `5 o+ n7 ?3 H２０.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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" V4 {% `9 x- D! {( y% \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。
% s$ ?; j8 W6 W( o; m$ n; j; V8 ?I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
& V* }+ S* I4 I2 a3 S) ^: F---I cannot see them.
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" C: y6 O. f5 g7 p9 t２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
# u( d. N( \; P7 ALeisure in its activity is work.
# ]+ j& o$ r0 r- G* {" z6 gThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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0 h9 [/ P( b2 F$ m, B, x２４.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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( \/ c/ k. C$ K8 `. w% R, B  |- F２５.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。
. M2 C8 M# U0 @( U( Z: s# ?1 YThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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２６.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。
& T) S5 ^* V' {' E6 M# H9 Z9 n5 ]Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

" B% _' P* F$ D２７.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。”
+ g. D( N: S" m- z! ~0 `I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
( h8 w4 F# d) L! |" M# `# T! iI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

4 P  i% v* r( S) \) ?" f２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
/ F+ ^" t; b9 v# _/ wTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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: q& j9 b! ]# X% O３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
' j; r  a0 G, i6 Q- B4 \% G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.