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。”　　　　　　　　　　
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
: o1 x8 [5 x, X# [. L- ZIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
; a6 s# p/ U* s3 }4 Q) d' Q２０.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.

8 ]5 |, R; o; u２１.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,
---I cannot see them.

  A! S; K8 [* }9 q6 I8 K２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
% q3 [2 L. |; `  {5 e8 M$ P5 z1 _Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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1 n! g/ ]. M4 `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.
7 A' ]- h$ Y% f. {2 E/ dThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.

* G- W- M7 S' a9 B% U5 s" {２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
$ w, B- Z/ _% z) R1 B) V$ V3 }The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

/ m1 a- A  `" w) D  [& j8 X２５.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。
- K! T  x! w& I- A+ R3 WThis 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。
* x+ F' ~3 e+ \) L6 wStorm 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。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.

２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
& w2 g+ `1 E) x: j6 e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。”
9 o1 `/ L/ q" q" O8 N- `I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
3 U$ w$ A! |6 U( W, W, k) LI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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" l" Y3 D! q3 r6 }6 K4 j２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
, E) ]+ ^6 E5 ?/ ?1 |Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
% ?$ x, Q" U9 {6 Ait mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
6 Z9 y8 C" K1 ~4 [. ]5 }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.