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。”　　　　　　　　　　
( U& _7 Z- O) q$ sAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
/ V% ?4 @1 J  B２０.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.

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,
8 i  K6 @3 y" B---I cannot see them.
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２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
# n1 |/ }$ g% YLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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２３.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.
; p7 C/ q, V' `1 [" b" ], |5 SThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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% |/ q+ @' Q2 w( E4 c: {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.

3 s4 H/ E/ k1 p, v２５.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
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5 H# p% {7 V+ i" v& B, B２６.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。
7 d+ W% I# l) f* v+ {Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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) i0 F# r  W5 h* A0 a２７.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。
, S6 y0 W/ z( p: OThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

4 s; }' y* W, K7 B. [. O２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
/ G$ \5 k+ g$ A9 e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。”
: X% ]/ b! s$ E# B; }$ R9 aI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
) @- c6 n( H5 X" e8 ^I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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  W, K) y+ R, o# ~- Z２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
5 \- T, d' P* _) VTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
% f( f9 T" B- l2 @' C* lTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.