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.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
' I0 \7 o8 ?1 P5 k/ m1 D２０.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。
2 J2 j! s. w3 v4 c3 s2 y) ~I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
# d: c! x/ W: Q+ G6 S7 q% \+ B---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。
" e5 x: V" H% OLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
8 n' U, A& B" L- }' B$ eThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

& m0 @3 a" {3 w7 }4 v: Z2 p: j２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
, r" N5 n2 K. ~- _- j, V; XThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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( c2 k/ |+ s3 \. V7 x( D& n２５.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.
0 W! |  K+ Q1 t+ E+ }1 }I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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% ~9 I" \* \2 I( l& ^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。
5 d9 s+ t. j2 [- b4 X& `! p" \) u  DStorm 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
! Z0 ?; Y7 j: u2 G; n, b2 clonely bride of the storm.

) Z8 s# o2 |* |２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
$ u+ |% e2 C7 ~/ C9 g7 s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。”
2 X' s) Z% r0 R" EI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
% d4 n' `) e, P' _( Z! B2 jI 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
/ r+ }1 i9 \" h) M, D8 O; R& O$ [it mere change and no wealth.
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0 A& @+ ]& F3 ^& @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.