泰戈尔－飞鸟集(61-65)

The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect.

“完美”把自己打扮得美美的，去表达对”不完美”的爱。

God says to man, “I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish.

神对人说：”我要治疗你，所以伤害你；我爱你，所以惩罚你。 ”

Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.

小草呀，你的脚步虽小，但你拥有足下的大地。

The infant flower opens its bud and cries, “Dear World, please do not fade.”

幼花的花蕾开放了，它叫道：”亲爱的世界呀，请不要萎谢。 ”

God grows weary of the great kingdoms, but never of little flowers

神厌恶那些大帝国，却不厌恶那些小花。