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。”　　　　　　　　　　
2 X3 J) s: k9 b! M0 v8 RAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
( q  p4 `7 d7 I6 ]# ?Where is your dwelling-place?
) e% r% t9 U2 nIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
" W, k; }& ~. A) V$ k8 P, B" X! j, V- w２０.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。
) X/ |  c, a% G3 gI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
! V$ p$ {4 D, n4 g9 N---I cannot see them.
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: ], ]+ K7 P' r" p- L# H２２.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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２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
4 K7 B9 G6 e; G& M3 `9 }9 @1 \The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The 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。
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。
! V- c5 o9 B# `; C5 Q. ~0 IThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
0 q4 Y1 Y" l4 P; t; ]' u6 a3 XI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

$ C0 v, S5 ?+ U２６.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。
: M+ b, Z0 h0 NStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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, K' n4 }2 S& a0 c3 _0 v２７.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。
( _# V& ~7 \5 u# k% X3 `Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
/ }( d9 ^7 W: p$ X) {; v6 {7 ulonely bride of the storm.

# ~7 \  r6 `  M, d  V; A; {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。”
4 F0 J" O; Q7 J1 oI 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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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
, z, T6 p2 W& S1 [在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
; Y2 m9 v) |- A8 a5 W9 tTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.