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。”　　　　　　　　　　
2 p* E" s* p7 _9 j; i0 yAsks 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.
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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,
) t0 s! ^- f/ w---I cannot see them.

5 E! M, v% h8 S4 _( Z２２.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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２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
1 U' R4 l* r. cThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
- m9 G% d* w# L3 j# e( N& l7 H- b9 jThe 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。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

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。
( v/ I- v4 u# f8 \7 j# EThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
: N% V" }% w1 N- `+ F1 PI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
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.
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7 }7 V* k" n( P( n8 x& e２７.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。
! X$ a7 y5 C" [8 w9 a: u1 QThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
) \3 K+ w$ J) d7 s4 H. Elonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
* n; z: A$ T3 M  l, [& s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.
* J/ B. |9 h) _4 b& OI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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2 z8 L; O* j. B# r' G+ g２９.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.

( v! }" X; q6 S% b: o３０.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。
) X: Z; D. d9 T) r/ H+ d  @Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.