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。”　　　　　　　　　　
* D$ \: ?: s  h. a' U1 S4 v) k8 h, vAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
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.

+ n# X% Y4 B8 L2 m# `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。
  U1 V2 J# j/ }8 l' ~; dI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
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- F( q  S+ F( u; C, q+ F! F6 ^0 ]２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
5 n3 {4 F5 g/ L* C, j" o3 a. mLeisure in its activity is work.
7 X& w& a* \  a) ~  GThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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0 i# r+ I3 v" z, J! q7 C4 L２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
; [2 [" ?7 v' ?: o( X& {% NThe 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。
* L* F% ?. x4 u/ s, l1 H& fThe roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.
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( N& L6 M% x. A& ~4 ^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.

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。
/ p  m/ M9 j) p) B3 R, SStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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) L2 X8 ~9 m! |0 |5 A$ f, U4 @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。
' O; n+ S5 o1 F* v4 r+ _: xThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

# r) X, G; B/ T1 L1 g$ X+ s+ S２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
9 a- }/ F; D! X% S& 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。”
( v3 j/ N+ P- O2 vI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
; c. t1 B$ h2 z9 o5 PI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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3 v2 p% h) S0 Z: H2 F5 R２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
6 U9 p7 }# Z, qTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
7 s9 e3 u0 q3 X5 M- Yit mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
. W. L$ |, l4 Q在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
1 u: y) X8 a  ?Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
' I! Z' |+ M- e$ SIn fiction she moves with ease.