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。”　　　　　　　　　　
) l" q! E! y6 O, e+ GAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
( i, k! x: a* l. B" b$ a4 d2 GWhere is your dwelling-place?
6 f# ?0 B$ n3 o% iIn 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。
) V) G. _) f4 f7 h# GI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
' o* o/ a6 C5 g---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。
! n: V3 ^9 g% b9 pLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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* W( p6 h* q/ F２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
4 M( r1 b0 j2 P3 p3 ]The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

5 ]# l8 B. o; K  p' y. x２４.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.
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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。
$ U$ K, C$ X  ]$ A7 WThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
' e! d: T1 x, J% W( |I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
7 n! v' E, o, f) B1 _  d/ n) \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。
/ H( _0 B, P. hStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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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。
& @( b. {* W, f5 X3 \6 q( w7 nThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

( G$ _  B) i; d4 O6 M. a２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
% q# w$ Y' Z# d+ x, g5 n1 y& u( Y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。”
+ j  B8 }! Z& j, V1 y' y$ dI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
- I& v* t. Y5 E: a- z$ wI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

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
2 e: n" j6 e0 {7 y* ]/ Kit mere change and no wealth.
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5 v6 d4 B$ u& W! ]5 d３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
0 I  c/ W' k9 f$ t. }在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
( Q9 _4 Q' }% h; CTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
1 O9 z" N( P  @, M. s! YIn fiction she moves with ease.