Once upon a crossroad a poor Poet met a rich Stupid, and they conversed. And all that they said revealed but their discontent.
Then the Angel of the Road passed by, and he laid his hand upon the shoulder of the two men.
And the, a miracle: The two men had now exchanged their possessions.
And they parted. But strange to relate, the Poet looked and found naught in his hand but dry moving sand; and the Stupid closed his eyes and felt naught but moving cloud in his heart.
爱与恨
一个女人对一个男人说：“我爱你！”男人说：“你的爱我受之无愧。”
女人说：“你不爱我？”
男人凝望着她，什么也没说。
女人大哭道：“我恨你。”
男人说：“你的恨我也受之无愧。”
Love and Hate
A woman said unto a man,“I love you.”And the man said,“It is in my heart to be worthy of your love.”
And the woman said,“You love me not?”
And the man only gazed upon her and said nothing.
Then the woman cried aloud,“I hate you.”
And the man said,“Then it is also in my heart to be worthy of your hate.”