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,
Where is your dwelling-place?
- d2 J1 @0 F8 H' m1 O$ o! r' gIn 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,
; ~3 \# h  e% U, ?---I cannot see them.
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# L. b; G* X- z3 a* P4 K0 F２２.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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/ y4 g& R4 ~) }２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
6 Z6 u/ F$ z3 `4 gThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

7 h+ L! L* Y- _) [% g/ i* X２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
2 a1 \/ {( B7 B. C1 z: LThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

, J' u$ ?% X8 o2 A２５.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
all things.

9 M  h# D) a" i! E２６.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。
2 U* T8 X! f  x0 y9 }Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

. U5 C! }8 H+ d+ s8 U; G２７.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。
) M/ r; }& ]9 VThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
$ A6 T9 e! p. Nlonely bride of the storm.
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" X' P6 P: H* _( k4 m２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
! H8 d4 d% s9 J- a$ }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.
. [4 N, T6 j4 a4 c6 yI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

* W. N8 J7 y) G+ x; d２９.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
' }! d, v' t: e5 }/ J2 F. C! O# @$ Kit mere change and no wealth.
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2 [9 |/ E" g4 R) t& F( \8 d３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
2 q7 ]) x9 q; u' U4 \在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
1 h4 A  i% N3 g' j. i$ }: u% iTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.