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Where roads are made I lose my way .
In the wide water ,
in the blue sky there is no line of the track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds" wings,
by the star-fires,
by the flowers of the wayfaring season.
And I ask my heart
if its blood carris the wisdom of the unseen way.
有路的地方,我便迷失方向.
在寬闊的水域,在藍天裡,沒有路的痕跡.
路徑隱藏在飛鳥的羽翼裡,在星火中,在旅遊季節的百花裡.
而我問我的心,它的血液裡是否有這隱藏之道的智慧.
泰戈爾--採果集
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