交换

从前，一个穷苦的诗人在十字路口遇见了一个富裕的蠢人，他们互相对话。他们所说的一切，只不过是宣泄他们心里的不满。

这时，专司马路的天使经过十字路口，他用手按在这两个人的肩膀上，你瞧，奇迹出现了：这两个人如今交换了他们所拥有的东西。

于是他们分手了。然而，说也奇怪，诗人左瞧右瞧，但见他手里只有活动的干巴巴的砂子；蠢人闭上了眼睛，但觉得他心里只有活动的云彩。

The Exchange

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 behold, 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.