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,
Where is your dwelling-place?
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。
5 p% Y! H0 p: Y0 O6 q' n! S; @I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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" H+ l  M6 x0 W7 N9 Y２２.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.
, l0 k+ k1 ^( O: ^) B2 eThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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; m& O' K& x" n# S, E$ W２３.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.
2 D$ m0 @9 g) f3 l3 L8 KThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

. h6 `) }* H. C0 [/ P- O. d２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
3 h+ _, C6 O; kThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

8 {% _& V# b/ 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。
6 l7 e) W/ t) I8 J5 }6 FThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I 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。
5 y8 Z7 B6 v" H% q+ DStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
! M: B4 Z3 c: P: t" K! n( Ylonely 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。”
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.
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  U( t' l* f; A; I5 N% Y２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
* h" o" Y) V/ Z) vTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
4 D5 V6 H1 b! D' x- X- ^5 ^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。
& p2 x/ q- u9 J; a0 \; M在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
) [  P3 F5 R2 H. A  l% ITruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.