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,
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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.
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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。
' o3 o' b1 Y7 U) P! L6 EI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

5 C: b# L9 C: d& \  ?２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
# ?/ Q) u- I* v+ H. y5 xLeisure in its activity is work.
+ K  Y+ I8 w  {  s# g- T' ~! L5 w* A& JThe 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。
; r5 {2 b7 i. K/ C" D5 f# rThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
+ t! B( z9 q8 J8 m" T+ DThe 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。
0 `4 }8 \! p. w( R$ C9 Z0 ?/ KThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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5 P# h% ]2 X9 N1 Q２５.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。
# {% E% F4 c2 U3 c2 i5 X" j" g9 Z& i% |This rainy evening the wind is restless.
8 M7 I% e1 s9 ~2 r+ q: b2 G. ]I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
3 U- h* g! F& s) {1 I- s3 n3 Kall things.
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' W% e! r. r3 w/ ^' a, z２６.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。
& H- w0 T# T+ D) D' {Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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; l8 ]0 m- {+ s. V! S２７.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
$ T5 p. X5 _  nlonely bride of the storm.
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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。”
3 ]) R/ q: p$ Q$ [+ hI 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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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
it mere change and no wealth.
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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。
* z7 C. B3 m2 g# q' Z% b$ L6 ITruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
8 H, h" X1 h5 W9 S) }3 A( ~3 J! HIn fiction she moves with ease.