《泰戈尔·飞鸟集7》

舞动着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟跛足的泥沙而俱下么？

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?