《采果集》一篇

VII

Alas, I cannot stay in this house, and home become no home to me, for the eternal Stranger calls, he is going along the road.

The sound of this footfall knocks at my breast; it pains me!

The wind is up, the sea is moaning.

I leave all my cares and doubts to following the homeless tide, for the Stranger calls me, he is going along the road.

-- From Fruit Gathering, Rabindranath Tagore

“我抛弃了所有的忧伤与疑虑，去追逐那无家的潮水。因为那永恒的异乡人在召唤我，他正沿这条路走来。”