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。”　　　　　　　　　　
, F% p9 s- O5 K# m0 A3 D# E2 {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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4 l! M0 D; b- s8 n２１.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。
6 }+ `, W2 {, ?. d5 }* ]I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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5 h0 z* {/ v) Z, L& Y( ?２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
) R1 E- z: E: m) VLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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2 c" ^( y$ V: u6 G$ l２３.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.
# b; j' g# p6 r, Q4 j% s7 ZThe 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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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.
2 C6 Y7 U) ?% t0 vI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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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.
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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。
: n0 @8 q" X9 o8 i  H$ k4 l& }# ~, n7 b9 [Thou 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。”
, y/ h3 F; w: X! o+ [; k( o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。”
6 r" v1 P8 _8 v# K6 R$ h3 G. _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.

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.

* Z8 ^! `  p8 J- }2 R5 g３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
. E$ @1 Y7 |. z4 Q5 I0 e; ^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.