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。”　　　　　　　　　　
# R6 u: e' m  X- e: \  G* z; E% ~Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
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.
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0 V/ V8 [- p0 g5 [4 O' e２１.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。
# z. K' h6 c' h" t" y% y+ ]% |- LI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

２２.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.
, d9 g. U5 ]5 Q8 \' w  AThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

7 f0 [# e7 |- x. P! k8 Q２３.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.
- A( J8 Y6 Q. z, e( B  K. RThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

4 c2 v% b+ Y0 Z# u3 N２４.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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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。
5 l0 k( b8 Q2 a# J0 cThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
3 C7 c4 G* k$ c+ C0 II look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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1 L7 a1 @& I% ~1 D8 M２７.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.

" B3 @9 z% a$ C２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
1 L$ L+ z3 U& Q) l3 W% w8 c- 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.
3 d- }& @3 G" n" o3 M, K) k" ^I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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& [5 H4 X" T+ H3 L9 _% k２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
0 ]0 y6 c  j& V0 TTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
" B3 Q% A6 Y( G$ \! O& git mere change and no wealth.
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' j2 b. k$ j# c  z- l& W３０.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。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
# t* {# J; ?# _3 E. V; wIn fiction she moves with ease.