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。”　　　　　　　　　　
7 H# ~$ N, Q2 U. rAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
* e9 n" s; w: N7 q: T２０.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.

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。
- Y1 I! f* j; q( a/ ?I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
+ X& D! Z! {  C) ]---I cannot see them.

0 }( D* H! T$ D* D" Y２２.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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6 S9 G+ z' h7 z２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
( t; q  q* [' h) \  f6 jThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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/ Q* w0 \/ Q: v* ?8 S4 Z: K! r２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
7 h$ Y' E* j% f  f) u/ J; rThe 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.
: o# h  t2 v$ P8 A6 x% jI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

- f4 g8 _/ e; b: x" k２６.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。
7 B3 M8 N8 i" bStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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; B# M3 U7 @; B1 |8 b3 d+ h+ n, T２７.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。
6 @2 p0 x) o- q; C, TThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
+ h; O8 m+ ~, {0 j( C" |lonely bride of the storm.
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  ?" i( J) i; n8 G7 k- b２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
8 |# a' ]( M, [, v9 e" q- T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。”
% ~, L7 V5 F5 _I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
/ d$ o; j  C7 ?6 a" Z" TI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

4 f8 e/ @6 u' H: j: A. g8 s1 i２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
2 `8 k6 p/ c2 f7 v, fTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it 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。
! f& t0 h+ D5 b( A2 g; M9 pTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
2 e& z( b' r/ Y2 g: I9 z. Z; bIn fiction she moves with ease.