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。”　　　　　　　　　　
1 }$ Q# L6 b' D( u* F1 X, z' ~- ]Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
: A8 Y" V+ j& }3 E: f+ N' K: h* f1 M7 c２０.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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  |: S4 z: R! q- [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,
5 ^2 w# k  e6 b4 a. Q4 q! E% e---I cannot see them.

2 \5 Z  j. D, G' @) j" k２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
- v% K$ T; {5 l. oLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

9 w- I8 l/ O2 F& n. V" g8 l２３.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.
( o% v5 U. F* T$ rThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

) k' Q% @0 i2 {２４.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。
! k0 p2 }* D0 y7 ]+ B; EThis 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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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4 j7 k& z$ p" R8 ~! c( {) w２７.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。
% v, c  P1 d) S) |Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
, Z: J# l/ _- @7 ]" Jlonely 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.
+ S% o) o9 a) U+ F8 H9 S1 uI 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
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
" S* w6 L: j' r2 U& `5 x在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
' w# p3 M- G& aIn fiction she moves with ease.