接《凝固在地平线上的那一滴永恒的泪珠－－泰姬陵》（一）

尽管心中有多少的不舍，我还是得转身啊，回程还有六个小时得车程，而凌晨时分，我在这个古老国度的行程就将划上句号。当我再次回头时，泰姬陵静静地伫立在暮色中，伫立在地平线的那端，印度伟大的诗人泰戈尔的诗句就这样不期然地在我的脑海里蹦出，泰姬陵，你是凝固在地平线上的那颗永恒的泪滴。

This you used to know, lord of India, Shah Jehan:
life and youth, wealth and honor, floating in the current of time.
Only then inner painlives long- let it be.
Was this the path along which empire led ?
Power of a king, harsh thunderbolt
like evening's bloody passion; let it be absorbed at the feet of lassitude.
Only a deep sighswells eternally; let the sky be merciful:

this was the hope in your heart.
Built of gems, diamonds and pearls
like the magic shimmering of rainbows in empty horizons
let it be hidden.
Only let this one tear-drop
glisten pure upon the cheek of time,
this Taj Mahal.

――Rabindranath Tagoro

（微蓝成文于2006年5月20日，修改、发布于2009年2月14日）