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。”　　　　　　　　　　
( B: C5 q. h1 LAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
6 ]  z1 h& y. u/ `6 A0 k+ iWhere is your dwelling-place?
) C0 D) `( w% |2 i& sIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
! S& c7 w* G: Y1 M7 x3 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.

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。
. ]& P% [6 ]% e3 `; G, QI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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/ ]- `  h/ E' `+ q% j) s２２.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.
+ q7 R7 S0 o8 w9 R1 D0 MThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

# k7 q4 D7 b) j, n% z3 ^２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
7 y8 q' e( F: [6 _+ hThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
) g7 U% K, J6 FThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

# B- {; [# G. t2 t% c4 n２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
6 J2 r1 a0 _/ l  ^! i$ s- ~, mThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

+ z, G# @( n. [+ e$ \/ |# j& o9 M4 D２５.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.
7 j* O) h% o5 V0 V! F3 U# qI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
9 z" c. q2 l5 Xall things.

( z8 U. Y& D* n/ c3 _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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# e- G- S# o2 T２７.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。
, B7 ~+ z& I$ kThou 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。”
! e1 K0 V' J: p( x9 t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。”
0 }3 J& d; ]$ h/ ?5 m/ `1 n. WI 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。
* O0 r; q% k$ GTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
8 t0 M0 ^+ }0 X4 ~% ~3 fit mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
# n; y; E# z' G+ u1 T: S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.