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,
! U0 v$ a6 D& {( qWhere is your dwelling-place?
" W. H% `/ r7 m" b( h! ?2 ^  tIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
8 n+ V4 H- j! g0 a( \/ U２０.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.

3 x7 M3 k# s! q" J２１.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。
* z! {0 w: |! a0 Z7 e1 II hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.

+ I0 v, t6 f+ y# `7 C+ V8 w２２.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
Leisure in its activity is work.
- l2 M! I, V1 {* z9 U) |8 @2 r! R( f- fThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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6 O! L, M) ~6 s２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
8 l8 a" p# q5 |1 A# mThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

$ ~5 \; X, d8 c- f0 b２４.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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! e! v% }5 l6 f4 _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。
0 t; H9 D9 Q, l, W! R6 f- Q+ V1 ^This rainy evening the wind is restless.
- C; o# a7 _4 }0 N6 A$ S1 JI look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.

: B# ~- D- n+ V" v２６.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.

" L5 U% _/ q) [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.

+ c: a/ [+ X2 O4 p1 p1 s/ k２８.文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
# x- F5 F5 u5 n8 L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。”
) d7 n; Q) B2 ~# b+ m- z: l7 p) dI 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。
0 V, a# l2 j5 Z4 u6 c8 V1 w0 DTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it 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。
0 @) ~% c  t4 q7 CTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.