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,
Where is your dwelling-place?
  r; E1 Q8 _" \4 ^In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
7 n; C7 P6 K+ R２０.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 m) X0 K# P" U- a8 ^, T& U+ h  B２１.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。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
1 ^3 O# e, s# `/ }7 l---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。
" D+ g( i+ H- S. o2 P5 c* _) HLeisure in its activity is work.
( @. z7 Z; X/ }- M5 _5 W( UThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

２３.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
3 v  F3 g) Z* q" U6 b) g# F  v% FThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

4 Q) J& t# N( v) Y7 ]' W２４.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.

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。
4 J: ^3 g" r+ a, s4 t  x; D' XThis rainy evening the wind is restless.
; F3 b. H5 ]. |0 c4 U# S: ]I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
. @% t6 J9 g* s8 fall things.

6 C" Z4 e& b" X5 {, c) c" N* j２６.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.
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/ W8 o+ c2 C5 C( L/ m8 Q! V7 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
  b3 c# T) T' x1 m" b$ \! `& [- Llonely 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。”
" x8 a# k4 H/ s, c9 W# W% G) Q( WI 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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9 ]* Z( X2 s  z, }6 U" Z, K２９.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
9 ?, U5 [; }8 G8 ^) rit mere change and no wealth.
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３０.真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
, g; O, r' [2 \# [1 F! T) M5 e+ u$ U在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
3 H0 P% K* |* r3 x  eTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.