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,
: R9 q6 R# M1 W8 T/ V/ f+ yWhere 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.

7 X/ ?; d6 g' }$ c& @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.
: g( y% `% B) v! g3 J2 J) SThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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8 K- G# V6 I1 `% |" L  _' Q２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
8 m. _$ e: D2 j1 W% y6 c% mThe 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.

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.
/ K$ q' J, V! P; N, g2 c% f. @I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

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。
. d5 u: I- y( |: z0 y* [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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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3 N9 ?: U. {" U% w# q0 v; x2 q/ _２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
: R: h, o8 J1 ^- R0 `5 o) q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。”
9 w$ H" s2 \3 G) w) X( h6 `I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
7 y0 \  p3 h/ @. r* W% mI 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。
% Y8 l1 y0 Z* Y7 m  f9 p1 [Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
, {' ]9 p/ w8 K1 Iit mere change and no wealth.

$ k, _# j& y% N/ J* ?9 V# ^6 g* C３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
. G3 [& K) R7 F& u3 Z在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
* R. N% k/ T  h9 Z" \  }1 GTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.