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。”　　　　　　　　　　
- h1 w  c: b" {; z- l5 ?Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
: [. U6 n/ [' q/ L: t8 F- ]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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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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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! P8 M8 Q; z7 F' T1 X  l, a: M２２.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.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
$ j. L' \; G- o% s, @7 b; q$ _. Y- \  zThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
7 \/ V/ k* k# x- B- H$ J  h6 JThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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. [% f" V' c7 d( [4 Z% B２４.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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/ K5 c" M  L* h, Q& O/ 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。
& s, X+ M6 j6 o* l5 u# CThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
( j1 f# V, [4 S2 _. t% k) lI 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。
" K6 y9 S! F4 M% N( i2 _) c1 |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。
% F0 _6 G5 U+ q* z7 OThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

# |3 M7 t- j- L) W& `  p２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
2 u3 h( D1 |3 M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。”
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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! M9 m9 u9 {4 L2 G( W２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
1 B' q" g& {7 \" l/ k) [- [% H, c3 lTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
/ c( {, X8 ^/ }4 o6 v在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
* c' w  W3 K2 C0 f& V5 X; g. R; n' [Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
! R2 g; L8 v! [- sIn fiction she moves with ease.