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。”　　　　　　　　　　
' p2 c* j3 g5 K. F: {- H# {5 QAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
" n% g( R9 P* d- f" m$ `# _Where is your dwelling-place?
3 @. N( h  s, z( QIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
* @* ?) x3 V# C* V２０.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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- k4 K. l; U9 }) z２１.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,
3 P( p2 _! e. i! O/ W---I cannot see them.
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２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
1 W; i: X. D0 S/ F3 W- J: eLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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  o+ h4 i1 C, O" l6 a8 ^* F' r1 f, Y２３.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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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( Y  s. i; e, ^$ k# _! C２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
0 w! `6 d6 d" X7 BThe 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.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
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0 Q* n9 ], V3 ^  ~4 g, V7 a9 O+ V２６.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。
2 k4 Z( I! t! b/ pStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

  S+ T9 ^+ O) L* h2 A/ H２７.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。
% \1 }! A: P, k! Q+ N, dThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
- Q: o. |9 b7 Blonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
# V1 S) K$ x9 y8 W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.
: B7 y; y7 E$ xI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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" R% C: `, V" P２９.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
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。
4 h& @6 K2 W! h在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
0 K1 B0 ]: E/ HTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
) K$ j& U4 o, o& sIn fiction she moves with ease.