《飞鸟集》泰戈尔

The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.The morning crowned it with splendor.
白云谦逊地站在天边，黎明用彩霞为它加冕。

The dust receives insult and in return offers offers her flower.
尘土受到的是辱骂，她回报的却是繁花。

The sadness of my soul is her brides veil.It wait to be lifted in the night.
我灵魂的忧伤是她新娘的面纱，他等待着在黑夜里卸下。