泰戈尔《飞鸟集》

无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
the mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。
i sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.

你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
what you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.