浅笑陌路繁华,走在寻求泰戈尔的路途上

　　世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
　　the world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making
　　the music of sadness.
　　人不能在他的历史中表现出他自己，他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。
　　man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
　　玻璃灯因为瓦灯叫它做表兄而责备瓦灯。但明月出来时，玻璃
　　灯却温和地微笑着，叫明月为－－－“我亲爱的，亲爱的姐姐。”
　　while the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it cousin the
　　moon rises, and the glass lamp, with a bland smile, calls her,---my dear, dear sister.