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,
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.

9 x; Y9 @8 N$ [$ m5 R$ D- ~8 |- ]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。
# }4 |" @% S/ S: k$ b( w; p$ X. O/ uI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
! O* B4 X- e# i$ O2 Y  ]---I cannot see them.
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0 r- L. R( |8 \1 ^. G  e２２.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.
! z7 |+ C2 `2 P( b( E4 zThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

( X4 P5 |2 s1 l& a+ {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.
, |6 o4 g6 l( eThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

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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6 x9 @  W/ s5 ?6 F6 }5 K２５.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。
9 s2 O5 C# l' R% ~' AThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
/ s+ d3 N  A& T4 I  hI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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# `- k& I- I% m& J２６.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。
' o- g$ i) L, n4 T( n- x! }Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

$ i- v/ o0 n9 O6 }! c* @; t' Y２７.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。
5 l0 }! o9 X2 j, m7 Z1 C8 t1 U. \Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
+ Y2 ], y9 ?8 M$ C/ c' Alonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
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。”
- x8 x$ B! x  m  Q! \4 w' D  FI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
# Y( S5 D& u# O. D5 GI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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; c+ ?$ h" [8 n6 @7 C- b1 K0 O2 P２９.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.

8 a  @( T) T# R, ^' `9 v0 t, O0 @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。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.