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。”　　　　　　　　　　
* z9 G" T: I' k3 {, d3 J' \; DAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
& O+ U7 `2 F. e3 [7 u) I２０.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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

. G; X: @1 n9 _, @1 m% s9 z) \２２.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.

# K% r; D9 |& H9 {9 c9 W" s9 Z２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
8 G+ M! n$ I: O, [The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
! P9 j1 O" S8 }) s; X$ j" m4 D/ ^The 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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# O- K8 E0 T9 s' [0 H２５.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。
+ Y3 u: E  D9 t1 }7 h, SThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
" }# Z7 Y) p: `9 u- r0 s. ~3 QI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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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。
2 f$ Q) Q5 L% \- n& iStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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6 L' ~$ J6 n& Z; r2 c6 j2 I2 J4 R２７.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
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; O' c$ a0 n9 d+ n9 {1 ?２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
! x2 a! l! N# X! }/ D) n4 M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。”
  G' P! T# |4 Y( vI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
& V( e" X% ~0 M  |; OI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

" j- E) j; j6 Q5 J* D( Y２９.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。
6 S3 s. ?( Z+ ~9 m# g在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
3 J" B* P/ O2 B8 STruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.