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, U5 s7 S6 x( h1 u4 o: y: E" ^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.
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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。
7 Z5 T( x5 [, zI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
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. f3 F; [9 U' L0 w２２.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.
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0 ~/ @" b1 c8 t( C$ o２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
8 M) T4 x8 Q$ }: X5 ^% Q$ k, }1 vThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
  E- j  g# c& ]- o- kThe 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。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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" H3 W8 \+ x. H* y" q２５.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。
# B( d; z! M- g; |2 j: L8 ^: MThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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3 r' A2 ^+ O  V, @3 f9 ^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。
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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

$ J6 J# S" \" J: G$ Q$ O: |, R$ A+ A２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
, E( D2 j1 z4 |% 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。”
, X& L" E8 S& o2 F% y; a, EI 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.

, Z6 \1 J; N2 u  u" M２９.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.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
  r( |% z3 h) d0 _, P+ Q, y* M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.