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,
* f% ^3 g8 _* S3 B) ]+ b0 {6 g6 K4 jWhere is your dwelling-place?
- z5 ^3 }( p& d+ u" BIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
+ c& Q: m- C$ F5 `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.

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.

２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
7 r) w2 S' Y, C9 t! x6 ^/ y! PLeisure in its activity is work.
  E( B9 \* V- x: LThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

" g; P( q7 m% a8 A* C% Z２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
) D3 f% q; U/ G, Z$ l+ lThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
. B5 O# ]# m' S# wThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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9 }* k' P+ O+ \+ _2 |, b; z  g２４.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.

5 W0 W! s6 y/ Y3 P/ R7 R" O5 h２５.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。
; X* a0 o+ g& [' e* W& ]$ ]This rainy evening the wind is restless.
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。
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。
% Z* z1 g+ K" bThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
" _! ~* u  t  Y" y. B/ Blonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
* p) Q) \' [7 c) G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。”
  g$ p( j4 `7 MI 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.

4 x# q; H9 Y. G' r# Y# O2 K! ~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
9 _- v! `0 f2 F: c% C0 P7 Z% ]$ ^it mere change and no wealth.

３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
( n- F2 v+ y8 _* q8 M  f3 s在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
- T  ]! Q4 b/ N3 oTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.