Stray Birds 177

Your smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.
Very little remains for my home.
— Rabindranath Tagore

你的微笑是你庭院的鲜花，你的谈吐是你胸中丘岳的松林低语；
但你的心啊却是那个我们都认识的女孩/女子
- Don't Panic!

注：原谅我把woman翻译成女孩