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。”　　　　　　　　　　
- I4 R% Y4 m, i# K3 ^8 pAsks 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.

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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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. l/ b7 C$ X- K2 v* K: R* ^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.
% i" V. H9 A) g4 r) b6 h% MThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
5 y% D$ h, m% W2 \+ wThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
) E; x# O* ~. {( l; cThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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6 g% a+ U+ l& ^２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
% e; n6 F( P: E0 N& LThe 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。
% f# _4 U# E8 F4 S! ?( W4 t( A& pThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
0 ?  L% t! l  `4 T2 \- dI 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。
1 C' }) Q1 q8 [$ K3 K% v, n, p2 EStorm 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。
: B% F% W! o0 E3 g1 t; y& F1 eThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
0 R  x$ `/ w; S: hlonely bride of the storm.
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) d9 }, i+ j/ J- T: Y6 [２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
4 u7 b5 u7 p5 v$ o* S! m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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２９.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
( r4 O" v6 L, v4 |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。
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
, t0 ^2 V4 T6 y% a# K4 c* j" IIn fiction she moves with ease.