25.
In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without struggle, resting my trust upon thee.
Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship.
It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired eyes of the day to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.
25.
疲倦的夜晚，请允许我向睡眠投降，将信赖托付于你。
请允许我不强迫自己在低落的情绪中仓促的准备对你的礼拜。
是你将夜的面纱蒙住我一天下来困倦的双眼，醒来后第一开心的事就是发现视力得以恢复。
泰戈尔
安琪尔 译
26.
He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me!
He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
26.
他过来坐到我身旁，但我却睡着了。一个多么可恶的睡眠。哦，我太不幸了！
他来时，夜色静寂；手里握着竖琴，我的梦境在他撩拨的旋律中产生回响。
唉，为什么我每晚都如此错失呢？哦，他的气息触碰过我的睡眠，为什么我总是见不着他呢？
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