Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
夏日的飞鸟来到我的窗前,歌唱着飞走;秋天的黄叶没有歌声,轻轻飘落,叹息着停在这里。
— Rabindranath Tagore · Stray Birds, 1 (1916) —
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
夏日的飞鸟来到我的窗前,歌唱着飞走;秋天的黄叶没有歌声,轻轻飘落,叹息着停在这里。