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。”　　　　　　　　　　
" W* V6 n9 H  c; \/ u# zAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
9 ?8 d. o, S+ mWhere is your dwelling-place?
' k4 m, y7 `! Y) F2 J* M) c8 s3 UIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
! U% A2 T0 }! v7 |. H% ~% U２０.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 g) v+ ~" F% l1 \9 p' n- w２１.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。
6 J3 j2 ^5 Q  j' LI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
, S& N0 I+ t/ g4 N0 R- p! r---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.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
. o4 L4 R9 z2 k1 Q* J6 b8 uThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
% R+ i' \! z, `% p) JThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

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.

! k3 R3 B; ~- ^7 y% m5 d' p２５.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。
$ H' T7 Q6 z8 ]  W* y5 x7 OThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
; q% w9 z  c+ K/ o$ ]# H3 ]% dI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
& o4 D! Q* k9 g# a( F- C8 Call things.

% O) W0 p) E7 B  d! J+ u4 A２６.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。
! Q5 C7 H) E  R. @3 U/ BStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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/ G1 b. e, Z: X2 o+ ^' W0 N２７.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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9 o* Q* C- {. X$ g( f* m, i: e２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
2 ?% E% M: g+ D6 o* H/ D& D# ]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。”
  p) }* ]  s( O, [" u( D. |! [I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
! H( R6 k0 j$ W% p; r8 FI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

7 }1 I" k3 I; }3 t: r２９.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.

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。
% V! x3 t3 @8 V3 j) s( ATruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.