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,
Where is your dwelling-place?
* s4 a+ E3 A9 i; ~! a& o% \In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
$ b8 E% C" c0 k; E  X  X! r. a, F9 e- ]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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' z6 X4 G* ?" `. J; U) x$ L) }$ ^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,
  L; u# k# J* F2 w6 T7 Q5 g( l/ e---I cannot see them.
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% k1 r: K+ B( O3 H. M２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
0 }6 M. b3 K! O5 I' a, ILeisure in its activity is work.
0 l  _2 B( @. R9 qThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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, G- K% t( M* d7 c２３.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.
$ w; S* n. I" t! p. Q, ^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。
8 g( E, b+ K) l+ f, ?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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
# D2 h1 e% t0 N, KI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
  F- Z2 g* E/ t) ]3 q1 y4 ^all 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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

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。
' }" y- b7 a& s1 J9 t9 b# DThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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5 k- N' W$ W+ N6 o# O0 F２８.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。”
. o) z  E0 e/ AI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
: n, D7 Y+ n9 b1 AI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

4 s. @+ K4 Y: l2 a6 o' a' b0 f２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
0 v% e7 f3 a! o3 _  }8 iTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.

1 F- x3 b& ^4 h5 f３０.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。
' c+ j# ]+ L) f  r' n+ Y: dTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.