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,
% H! i0 j% ?) b, j! f$ w3 }Where is your dwelling-place?
3 G& ?  H  j7 S  Z) |2 e  fIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
- m) {; O* V! |& `% r8 |: ]/ M２０.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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; m9 H2 r8 O9 y0 z/ G7 j２１.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。
" `! a) U2 i5 x/ M8 h4 {* L6 j" gI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
4 L- a5 ^, j- E/ A; a3 O  t& U---I cannot see them.

3 w1 N3 |6 k+ r7 Z( |% Y9 J( Z２２.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.
9 @5 r8 d2 d7 J. `The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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5 d8 E8 A5 j2 U２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
5 N  A- u, T2 A8 E/ _7 a2 UThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
6 z  D& N' ^, ?2 @The 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.
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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。
% \* j7 P* i1 q) l( JThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

6 E# N( I; w% r: I4 T２６.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。
! r. G# T1 E3 ~/ H% IStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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1 k) H$ H3 j9 @5 ?- d8 s5 ?; M6 x8 H1 A２７.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。
) T: M8 e$ `! @  tThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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4 @4 R% T6 D# C+ M6 X: c２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
0 M& a  P5 c5 L5 U1 q+ R5 _& H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.

8 A0 c$ m% O' p( x２９.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
% A6 o2 f! H% y: I6 H6 n! Bit 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。
: x: {& ?; k7 h9 ^* t7 vTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
1 {2 d+ }3 z3 a7 P1 ~In fiction she moves with ease.