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?
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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0 ^$ j6 M) F: O( x* m3 H6 {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。
3 Y' G1 y/ G3 u: M& n' EI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
' Z$ p0 ?$ H9 w; U3 s/ {2 g( S: L---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。
  ~( W0 `: I8 a5 U& p: }Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

, s( m% U/ R7 L( J" B, q２３.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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& F1 p' _6 O" A- X9 I1 |' q9 F２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
2 g) K5 u9 z9 O$ }" g* F+ CThe 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.
$ v/ }! _2 {" J2 Z" R6 C) E: NI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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: b9 L, ~3 K7 J( \5 h２６.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 o% B1 H5 ]0 ^2 \$ D2 EStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

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。
9 ?0 z. V  S, O. uThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
% _7 u) ^$ m' q9 Nlonely bride of the storm.
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7 ?# r, L+ J9 N7 p( @& X/ `# P２８.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。”
2 E* L7 Z- U( ?$ X* F/ ?, `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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  q1 H0 Y7 Z% G# f, O8 I; ~& P! ^２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
$ Y; b3 k. u- n% NTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
% d0 c( t3 ^8 T$ J2 t: \/ @it mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
; `+ L7 o3 p4 e6 ?在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
6 [& O2 A" g/ p9 Z  q: x' fTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
. o& r6 b8 E' K8 w: AIn fiction she moves with ease.