你手里的光阴是无限的,我的主.你的分秒是无法计算的.夜去明来,时代像花开花落.你晓得怎样来等待.

Time is endless in thy hands,my lord.There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,and having no time we must scramble for our chances.We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every
querulous man who claims it,and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the
last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut; but I find that yet there is time.
(Gitanjali,82.)