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。”　　　　　　　　　　
8 Y4 p1 R- ~8 ]6 r/ i. _Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
  h9 Q7 C, e, s8 }0 ^8 T4 A# @Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
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.

6 R4 [3 @% K8 F! y) @5 Y$ W２１.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,
% B$ }: [7 @0 Y0 M---I cannot see them.
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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。
" U1 ^  R2 [; m7 bLeisure in its activity is work.
! G+ L3 f. V2 p, \, YThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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7 _) E& J3 |; W- }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.
( Z/ U  Q' g8 \' Z5 ]  {. }8 gThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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/ Z' A$ S8 T& M) e# J6 x) ]6 }* w２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
4 t8 Z! N( K# X: w  i0 U$ p" aThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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$ u* X2 L* q! ~1 Z２５.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
: o! @9 h4 E9 Q: C7 Xall things.

% g7 F2 c7 h7 f2 K/ C& d２６.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。
4 D! A4 T- c6 D/ t" F8 FStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

5 U& _2 Y7 J4 [  j, o: h２７.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。
4 s7 K5 m- o* q% q# w+ Y, CThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
& u& p6 q6 D, \/ }lonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
6 {  n( T4 n; x" D  s$ |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.
0 x& m: Q, T) q2 k" ZI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

; \/ F) M  o$ F& |  C$ _２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
3 |" h1 I6 y- ^& ?" zTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
3 L. f2 M; g$ @+ @8 Rit mere change and no wealth.

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。
5 O/ C, X, s* h4 FTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.