泰戈尔诗6

llhn123456

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,
, y) ]+ N' a# ?4 n0 E# z# J& R6 V/ i! hWhere is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
9 w5 b: S) P1 g7 e. ~- H6 G7 G２０.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.
/ y0 W5 z* c: V+ C: E; E
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,
7 O, f5 f4 {; }4 @* M  K% c3 \---I cannot see them.

8 k& _9 H7 S; x! m9 `２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
' L! k. E* j- A" l5 Z; t8 h$ eLeisure in its activity is work.
" N! ~: D( J8 a4 Z+ k0 lThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.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.
8 F% K. e* E/ g$ {: ~% ^The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
$ `' k# ~- h$ ?; f. |4 F7 l& c& r
5 Z9 S8 o* w  Z- y, N1 U; v% t２４.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.

3 K; E2 W* r2 Y7 W2 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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
! S5 X' i4 g0 H5 _2 R8 uI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
! X" N& N  n- L2 Iall 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。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
2 H' S( j- i4 v
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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
. C1 k2 J; |9 D: @, e4 hlonely bride of the storm.
* w3 g" T, |7 f+ V) T3 i0 d
２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
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.

! e+ `! U+ l: L２９.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
7 K, x$ L* x! b1 q1 ]  p3 N3 |" Zit mere change and no wealth.
& r3 J0 j% P) F
1 o: s4 ]$ V2 B9 Z% }３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
! s( ~( C* U* G0 q8 p" R5 \在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.