Or will we spend our days, as the famous Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore wrote, in stringing and unstringing our instruments, while the song we came to sing remains unsung?

或者，诚如著名的印度诗人泰戈尔描述，「将我们的时日消耗在调理琴弦之上，以至于迄今尚未唱出要唱的歌曲」？