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。”　　　　　　　　　　
% Z" D0 P2 c5 [3 `% `1 c- m7 nAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
, C, _! F) c' U1 p9 UWhere 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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3 N% q9 q7 s7 X& V２１.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。
! d$ c6 M) E5 ~5 i) MI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
3 n; E8 {& e+ C- ~/ |+ o! D6 B4 O# K---I cannot see them.
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２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
7 q% d/ Z5 L8 h; TLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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1 w- ]  Q4 R+ h5 J- I. u( k8 o２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
* @/ Q# q3 H7 G: G' |The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

, h1 @2 w! \2 T. f8 w) a２４.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。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
* W# p9 G! w# E3 _I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
3 m  d/ g! E- N0 E  Fall things.
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9 `6 E; M4 m; W  N: @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.

' A- D  c% p& T* w4 v+ J２７.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
+ e# P) _/ f, h7 }. `( V; }lonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
: l" t+ L' Z1 }8 r9 S0 V, ?7 S0 p  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。”
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.

1 i1 l. G3 S) |5 }２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
* r' T8 Y" S7 v2 ?3 S( {  g. cTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
- w3 e) p  C. F2 Z0 f, qit mere change and no wealth.
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３０.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。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.