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。”　　　　　　　　　　
' L3 j8 n" s7 {+ v, PAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
& z4 z+ p, m) N# R: y% _Where is your dwelling-place?
. x: [# C8 T4 f: AIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
0 l$ g) }8 t- f. ?8 t２０.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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8 M% X9 t5 A# {1 M4 s; p２１.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。
! n5 |& E6 B5 H/ o3 BI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
" C1 @1 V+ Y' r4 A$ k4 d. j4 v---I cannot see them.

  t! ^- U' D# O  B/ k２２.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.
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。
/ K/ H  v* T4 l8 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。
: [8 P# G4 L% B6 `3 F  ^5 Y1 mThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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+ c% P5 k& W( [- {: K) m3 Y- u1 }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.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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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。
- z" [2 G4 r" d8 S6 tStorm 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.

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。”
1 F# S8 @' a. P1 v$ f; U; GI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
8 i; G& w: q$ ^" yI 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。
4 v8 R9 _' K8 Z7 E0 l9 G4 r2 kTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
' d3 h  G* M+ }# V% Lit mere change and no wealth.

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.