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。”　　　　　　　　　　
7 e' {. l# `6 c" I# O' dAsks 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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, d# }  M) o2 e; T4 Y- F: Z２１.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。
* L7 ^* P9 \1 b5 d3 W6 o% U- X/ wI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
9 m9 p/ N3 K6 @: O3 ^7 |---I cannot see them.

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.
7 w, z  {. V* T' PThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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: j8 ?: @" g3 \! m8 G% W  P2 t２３.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.
- r# ]! ?" a) B- Y. cThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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( }7 I- g& B$ s( D( i( Z' ~% U4 i２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
! }- `. \; ~& D8 r4 {9 t8 aThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

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。
" f& t3 D/ y5 ^This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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。
$ U1 I; h; N2 G" R* f/ M& VStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

. V9 @, b  t4 c: f+ q２７.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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: ^+ l+ A1 [2 q) p& K8 B２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
: Z5 U, z0 V$ B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。”
3 j# z8 H9 f1 a" d9 ^0 ?9 `I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
; L& _1 z3 Y3 b2 J$ y5 y$ ]9 PI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

5 K/ p: a1 E/ L- w" w２９.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。
/ ?/ s0 l& j% A& b在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
  a1 G9 x6 T- R% H5 p$ b; z& `Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
3 {: y* y" M6 t: D0 @In fiction she moves with ease.