你是誰，讀者？

你是誰，讀者，一百年後頌讀我詩篇的人？我無法從這春天的富麗裡送你一朵花，無法從那雲彩上送你一縷金絲。請打開你的門戶，展開你的視野，從你繁花盛開的庭園裡，採擷百年前逝去花朵的芬芳記憶啊！
── 泰戈爾

Who are you, reader, read my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot sent you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.
── Rabindranath Tagore