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?
7 ?9 r1 Q0 e- \3 d! ^In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
* o8 {( ~# n$ U( D/ @1 {. V( h２０.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.

# n; R0 h8 X, u1 X: e, P, ^& G２１.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。
4 ^! P" M' d4 I2 [$ XI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---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.
  O* a; r2 U! w. M, |' V6 ?+ IThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

7 C2 ]8 ~( S5 t1 L- o0 @$ m２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
( ^3 I* _% w: ^The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
( H0 X4 Q4 B  f5 p9 I4 z2 RThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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! O4 b& A' t' \  {% {+ o２５.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。
+ p6 V9 T' j+ u/ e% kThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
) I3 q7 I3 k  Z+ N. Ball 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。
% \  h4 q/ q# M4 i0 _6 x+ FStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

0 R/ @: ~4 U* @3 s２７.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。
( U5 W5 h; y  O( e1 i0 {2 `+ D) VThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
4 ]* s9 c% H$ ~/ j% D, K- \lonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
0 I2 j( [7 z! N0 T8 L( h. R! P" v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.
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; S8 |+ R3 e' X. Y! }２９.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
0 K! L  n9 J4 B3 E. L2 _! ~- oit mere change and no wealth.

) x% m% v' h0 }' R. e5 j7 Y３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
. T: |: \; [; N$ k) V. r在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
8 K& F$ E/ V. g0 U! ^' R) nIn fiction she moves with ease.