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。”　　　　　　　　　　
0 u: p: z+ T$ }" ?5 j1 dAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
6 x6 }( M" R/ j- A5 K, [1 mWhere is your dwelling-place?
1 e5 H$ R+ x3 o! |+ m; g: e2 I, yIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
+ w& ?& h* }0 c. T" i$ e+ n1 |- [" S２０.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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" c4 O' ?) W5 V# i２１.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。
, k: }/ G" h- P4 [& dI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
/ D: c1 E6 J0 |5 P  I) 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。
7 h; S# b, ~, c, J2 x0 q+ \Leisure in its activity is work.
- g% W( ?& G3 ]7 @+ u8 WThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

, q7 ?- s( p+ V% n# [) J２３.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.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

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.
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' \2 x' I3 T, J, f( g. M+ _) C5 R２５.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.
9 `0 P( X: j5 z& QI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
: u/ Q! g- ]# Sall things.

9 f. y3 |0 I, M２６.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。
! I( j( {: ?& o* N0 l& u0 _$ tStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.

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。
- G8 j8 F7 V6 E! X0 T/ y) mThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
; t' r5 W! V& Tlonely bride of the storm.
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6 {3 C/ U( y+ o2 D２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
( y$ ~" H6 z  A! ~" I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.

２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
* v0 U& |5 y3 v( YTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
4 a, Q8 ?5 ~" [" V/ K' A% vit mere change and no wealth.
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, f& c8 v/ \4 N8 ~0 e３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
. G, Q& E4 g4 b7 u  ?在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
$ c0 N! \/ {) P: Y' g$ `! g/ sIn fiction she moves with ease.