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。”　　　　　　　　　　
& t0 F" U- D0 {, Y  _, G# IAsks 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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6 F1 c0 A" H! _1 y. a  Z& U& K" x6 ?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,
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7 h9 c3 p( T+ {% R8 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.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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1 K" u; [  s. n２３.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.
# H* S. F" l& Z$ y: U# ^, Z3 ?The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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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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" Z0 R7 ^# a5 u２５.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。
# D, D( P; x! [2 K* XThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
+ W8 V4 a! o) Z, n; b, ^- G$ E  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。
: g8 P8 @( m. z8 [Storm 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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
; D# Y9 B7 N7 d* V, k, Y3 mlonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
/ z* n8 D9 F8 F, b- c7 J2 _* k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。”
/ V; \. i% L# e; vI 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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- v- F% c. ~3 g２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
+ d0 }6 P# T( g; M! h9 {9 ~  j- Y* KTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
/ G* D& a- L1 `9 }& J3 Iit mere change and no wealth.

6 s2 }% W( i+ I! J6 }３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
1 W" r; V- F3 b& z8 w在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
+ R3 U* ^1 e+ k6 p" _6 tTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
7 R& {2 k0 f# k3 M3 ^+ bIn fiction she moves with ease.