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。”　　　　　　　　　　
0 Z6 ^2 D" H! H" A" c5 r2 MAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
) s" {+ g. W, f3 XWhere is your dwelling-place?
. j, `) C/ M* S; t* [- EIn 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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, j* E9 {4 ]- J1 B6 V; `8 A２１.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。
2 R# U* \; t: @* G# II hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
' q  D8 L! r0 w4 n6 O  g2 S---I cannot see them.

3 U' \! ]; K; S6 ~1 e7 b6 O２２.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.
3 ?+ D  |1 e0 p( f7 hThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
; s' \3 f2 q/ Z5 x2 j$ WThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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" h- ^$ @: u/ n" T% Q+ s% j: P２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
9 p4 t3 Y; g8 zThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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' Y  b& z3 Q2 ~+ L& V  I$ B0 s* x２５.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.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
5 B* u0 D# a/ O; Nall things.
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3 W) E- G) y; [; {2 L２６.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。
/ S) m2 k1 b9 S. SStorm 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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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! \. H7 Q6 w8 {' m% [/ W" v& F２８.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。”
$ o! Y6 R2 p1 m8 N, p* {( gI 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
it mere change and no wealth.

, I! y' n  i' P3 S# F2 c３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
9 T" f0 x% S6 F; _' j在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
+ ~( G8 j  C2 D3 bIn fiction she moves with ease.