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园丁集泰戈尔著　冰　心译
Title: The Gardener Author: Rabindranath Tagore

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I plucked your flower, O world! I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.	我采了你的花，呵，世界！我把它压在胸前，花刺伤了我。
When the day waned and it darkened, I found that the flower had faded, but the pain remained.	日光渐暗，我发现花儿凋谢了，痛苦却存留着。
More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world! But my time for flower-gathering is over, and through the dark night I have not my rose, only the pain remains.	许多有香有色的花又将来到你这里，呵，世界！但是我采花的时代过去了，黑夜悠悠，我没有了玫瑰，只有痛苦存留着。