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,
# ^6 ^0 k1 D% t4 {1 u& d/ B$ O5 YWhere is your dwelling-place?
! R5 B, |7 W2 FIn 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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- d: f2 G7 C5 ~6 F" v; P２１.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。
% J3 V$ D* s$ L, z. K4 A8 I* E: fI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
4 D$ D5 G! ^3 }+ `+ J$ v---I cannot see them.

* ^5 I2 a. n# G! G２２.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.
5 k6 z& g6 q! [4 h0 TThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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& ]  a, v5 C& w  O4 V: W2 x+ u２３.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.
+ u! _4 D1 x& T6 _) Y' aThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

( w$ F+ E- D+ q. ]9 D: ~$ w  J! a２４.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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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。
- [. t" K3 R) Q2 R% wThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
  ^( j" D2 S. @$ w' J9 D+ Tall things.
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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。
, W0 y3 M# R2 V4 d4 _( m' iStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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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。
1 K* s5 s2 t3 G5 t5 xThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
, W1 w6 F2 L  m3 Rlonely bride of the storm.

) F: D" p  v( O: p, E* j２８.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。”
% [& Y; V7 X7 `" G) QI 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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' [2 v1 x! e1 G# q8 f! 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
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8 [: F3 T2 G9 p+ r３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
+ H, G9 Y* S2 h  s* _! r在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
7 V( o( D& D, v0 b! o- a7 s* aIn fiction she moves with ease.