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?
% k. B1 t( _0 R7 U2 g+ E4 ~$ xIn 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.

' ^$ U8 N% C* g: L２１.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 n- G2 M% X& [# {1 e---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。
/ S3 S: _" n8 T2 C. jLeisure in its activity is work.
/ D, W) [0 B# z  ]9 G; R+ x" @The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

( E# E: U- P, z. v, m, i9 G% m( R２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
9 c$ Y" Y& N& @1 h0 a, T6 rThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
8 }6 Q3 p& p9 TThe 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。
5 Y1 h. ~8 C$ W/ y4 l7 r: `6 [The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

9 p! c# ~5 ~. o& Q/ J& t+ `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。
$ |0 G- u1 ~9 h- ~1 a3 w/ DThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
3 o7 @5 ~2 r8 Z4 B2 Qall things.

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。
5 X5 Q0 D4 @' S& J( G3 T. Y8 ^Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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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.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
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.
, ]* m5 n, a) @# y$ [; ~I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

- E/ F0 Z. T/ P1 l0 Q: I( ?% y# W9 X２９.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
4 y" \2 Y4 g8 y8 uit mere change and no wealth.
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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。
, K+ j9 P8 U4 b, U" _Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.