印度文学文章目录

１91 The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--Your freedom i...

１81 My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten. In the evening it...

１71 Either you have work or you have not.When you have to say, "Let us d...

１５1 God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. 神的巨大的威权...

１４1 When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road, ...

１３1 I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,---I cannot ...

１２1 I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed. 我把在...

１１1 That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending isin ...

１０1 The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers. 尘土受到损辱，却以...