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。”　　　　　　　　　　
; w5 s( Z( T, {. {/ r. B/ A0 AAsks the Possible to the Impossible,
; u2 r- J  F0 g  A( eWhere 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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9 r' Y% ^6 p/ \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。
. r+ Q) y; U" A  A: H& }( YI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---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。
3 V1 O- G- l  L1 s& fLeisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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' j. ?0 J" n( B! U! k5 S( k) x２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
; \0 d( _$ q, _4 W9 j! nThe 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.

. A( a4 h3 |8 l3 u! S9 P２５.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。
9 n+ I; E# g; y- ~4 e4 c& A% Q8 FThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
- R2 [5 Z5 Q% [0 ]  a! w1 |; mI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
4 Z! z$ J5 |/ x) U% A0 ]all things.

# ^4 l. V1 Z  [  U２６.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。
, e- n7 u  c2 V$ N. S- V" CStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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) A' o* I5 f/ [: g- i, k２７.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。
9 h  H2 D% y; m2 E2 Q; v! Y0 AThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
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２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
6 f+ e: f$ n0 U2 Q2 Y) F( H# b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。”
, {) e- V% ^& o" u+ |; @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.
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& O6 I1 r" Z. ?+ a! h1 @２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
1 S3 W3 U+ A. |1 Z$ rTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
. |: a- k2 M" d9 h6 o  w' R6 Rit mere change and no wealth.

7 L8 e5 D) N1 U: L& u３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
- e7 g1 m0 m4 l) ]4 n! C: G( D在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
1 {( `; G( s1 W+ Q4 H% {" xIn fiction she moves with ease.