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。”　　　　　　　　　　
/ s) d' H. Y; L! {5 B/ i  [: p* ?Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
3 X& q# V, V2 B4 ]% IIn 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.

( H3 y! p7 x2 @9 p6 N２１.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.
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２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
7 j4 F4 l2 l$ t. \2 ULeisure in its activity is work.
$ ~) D6 {& g) D8 ]% {6 J1 U1 \" JThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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" B. f! i6 b$ a' U& _# G4 q２３.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.
) v) I. Y7 I, ^( B, P& s5 n6 F  o. KThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

" X7 N! @& T- r: {3 |２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
/ K2 V% \  w. @" W  P. ZThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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2 N) y4 O2 T  h; A/ r2 `' }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.
' c4 T% C+ @" }" s8 x3 m6 HI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

( V& e# w* }$ K+ ~. L5 n  L２６.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。
3 L+ ^! d) L3 w( v. B( O  [Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

* l& q5 @. g5 b8 {5 a7 L２７.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。
, N. f& q1 ^  Y! ]1 B2 wThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
. B' m- m+ R+ L  Ulonely 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。”
I 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.

２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
4 v! u( ]' |" ~  i  A$ hTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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8 `5 g* H! Z# R3 j+ q３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
' C* @+ o. C/ l, R3 w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.