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' H' O/ J4 c6 b0 H% u7 W+ K$ {- A: EIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
  {5 d9 Q, u9 s２０.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 p' `' Z4 A( T+ o! V２１.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。
( @* x0 H7 @4 a5 h, ]7 s: dI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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; q! \) n8 P+ x' o: y3 |２２.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.

6 l* F% v1 ^& i) P8 i2 ~２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
7 X8 D# T7 C; B1 W# {% E3 kThe 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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+ V. y. }% D" J0 |3 g3 N; B２５.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.
; h5 h9 v* {- ^  k3 ?9 v% oI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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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.

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。
& k# O" Z# ^- ~1 W0 cThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
4 U4 Z* `4 Q) |" Tlonely bride of the storm.
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9 F6 g; z- C8 H. t% X7 {  U２８.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。”
/ X9 F! [& O  A0 B% C+ mI 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.

8 h! ~5 {3 g8 C: w' r２９.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
it mere change and no wealth.
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1 r. e1 c8 X4 `# O2 ^３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
0 P% O; l! l* }. m, W  F- H* a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.