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。”　　　　　　　　　　
& u( i3 M2 |% ~# h8 d0 C& G. MAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
! r% l- i6 ?8 LIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
7 @. D9 e8 G' L+ H' ], c# ^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。
! l" o" a4 k% K" g' k6 zI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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5 Y9 D; A9 Y! P２２.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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8 v1 a( E/ r9 W* H# H２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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. s* y/ g5 ~  ?0 Y2 V２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
9 g3 _* m3 T# p2 ^4 T7 c/ UThe 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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
6 r/ Q/ q+ A7 a& [8 dI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
" P" k- c" ?: h- @  {4 B# ~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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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' l. J' N: E, ^1 D# V" Z3 [. f２７.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.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
7 q; G/ ^! b% i) ^2 Z& @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。”
I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
, J) Z0 R/ s6 G- S( }0 S6 BI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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+ H" a4 d; Z% R- _2 T( z２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
* q7 @! A6 U, J/ ]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。
, a  q- f. q& J' m0 T% k7 `3 O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.