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。”　　　　　　　　　　
$ }; `7 `: r% N5 W6 c5 lAsks 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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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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
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1 ]1 D; f+ A! c8 Z# ~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.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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8 U" Z! Y: F- x! n# i  W& R２３.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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* h- ], ?5 L/ L' y: |9 P２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
# J) Z6 W/ @2 d# ~1 Q) y+ O$ n/ qThe 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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
& Y. L8 r5 u# C* c- S; OI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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9 X8 r( z; ]+ @- e' l0 U. v+ b' 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.

% Z! z- X. x# d; N２７.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。
7 K6 g& S; X$ i" M; M% JThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

" C8 T7 i& L4 j& X2 g8 M0 B２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
8 N, O4 U4 j4 Y$ _/ B' 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。”
# x0 p2 I9 m! Y) _I 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.
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２９.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
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) r! x" Y! g( `9 V# g$ ~& d: `３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
* `2 n$ l- b! E& d$ T6 h! D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.