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。”　　　　　　　　　　
2 L4 y: X" m4 {7 B1 r# ^Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
5 [& ?# j' L! M- v3 o  fWhere 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.

  j# X) [" J( R6 n& C( W5 V+ i* o* x２１.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。
) V- k* i$ @5 WI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
( \- w% [& `! X; D---I cannot see them.

0 l! C; H& ~) Z2 R* r9 x２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
* J0 Z' z) h" e5 z; r. _Leisure in its activity is work.
, c, _  o. D6 K6 RThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
* A3 M+ G( H* G. v) P9 F5 Q3 MThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
  W2 v/ C; ~. Q0 _! g* M1 t; [The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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& p3 x7 b/ C- @２４.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。
# f" q/ f3 o* Q+ W7 Z: i, `The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the　branches　fruitful.

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。
/ A- _2 J* B# Z0 c9 Z9 f( }* Y# f7 E0 kThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

# ]! U- y0 S; r- Y; ]2 T$ O２６.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。
3 j' m0 k9 t- i# @3 ?+ ^Storm 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。
. ]! M: P  O+ h8 ]Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
) H0 F  n& }' O; P  X& X2 [) M1 ]0 clonely bride of the storm.
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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。”
3 s' g. ^# F9 T" _- I9 kI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
% v6 z  ?% j* i; M$ g- UI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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) z7 s0 {9 @2 m/ X. l. @) L$ p２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
; o# q7 P& }% f4 J) y3 ~Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
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' Z7 o" D, V1 o) v" S" p: a３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
& R+ ^! G5 s8 C- y在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
9 j& l0 p2 q! n' @% l7 J: dTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
+ j6 h' R6 \8 F5 ?& `& XIn fiction she moves with ease.