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。”　　　　　　　　　　
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
( V" @1 @) e9 }5 W) {2 I% S$ qWhere is your dwelling-place?
, B3 M% c' X( ^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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, l; E0 P( v( ?; 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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

7 I7 ?0 x! U: c& A3 t２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
' l+ Y4 Z; ^  o1 LLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

8 H& k4 l6 C- k1 e9 e2 H. d２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
% X$ |+ c0 a& }& SThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
  Q6 d1 {% [' l) i5 UThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

1 p$ \) V9 f  X２４.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.

; j3 l1 M: h- V/ h) ?! K6 K; g! W２５.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。
6 N( z9 A; |+ m9 ^) U' DThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
0 N7 z! Y- L: H/ HI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
8 P6 K: ]9 C: l( b+ q8 l) ~: |8 Pall things.
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$ D- ^, w! A8 P２６.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。
) \" R8 M; d% W  G. x! ~8 qStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

5 `; W8 E2 n/ a; r9 D２７.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
# h, t8 v7 b( ]* Clonely bride of the storm.
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- V* ^+ C5 r" A6 f8 P２８.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.
, b: r  N2 P; D0 T5 F+ M& [! v3 VI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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9 n( |) }$ R0 D+ J8 Q２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
7 L- H# s& f9 y0 |" ]: L- l& w, G1 kTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
, `! c# r$ y+ ?' `: e& f1 Sit mere change and no wealth.

7 k# c: r- |' [8 f$ j1 w３０.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。
' `7 H4 W( b4 e1 y5 |Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.