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,
4 ~( J/ a  }- E8 ?0 [4 R$ J$ GWhere is your dwelling-place?
# C. @) a& I' |" FIn 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.
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! S: `: [; M: g( u２１.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,
$ G; f( k, C1 a! a; N---I cannot see them.

7 O2 `; a- o' M$ k" [２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
$ K: n9 m  e# a0 p: x: qLeisure 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。
! i" [) E8 @4 ?# mThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
. c0 z, _- I6 ~, U5 jThe 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。
) x8 ?% C3 A) }/ G  r$ V: D4 JThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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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。
7 V0 ~7 z$ W% K; PThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
8 N* }6 L( }  ~+ W5 p- o, eI 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。
0 a+ s0 w( T: v, wStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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  Z9 f0 E3 g3 n5 i, O: u0 s) P( ]" y3 \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。
. K8 i/ v' z* qThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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. m6 c1 Y0 d8 [6 _) e; P7 \% H２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
9 c3 C" p' R" `' E+ }# N% S+ K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。”
& o% @% j* Z2 p  n9 r" eI 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.
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6 F0 o( X5 \0 n  I! w$ Y２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
4 Q2 G4 t0 b" KTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

  q# ^& M* ^2 ]1 f& ]7 X３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
5 z  j3 _' K3 x9 k8 [1 Y1 w/ |0 d在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
9 q3 f5 E+ J) |+ H: d( ?- g! cIn fiction she moves with ease.