The most distant way in the world

The most distant way in the world is not from living to death.

It is when I stand in front of you, yet you don't know that I love you.

The most distant way in the world is not when I stand in front of you,

but you're not sure of my love.

It is when my love is bewildering the soul, but I can't speak it out.

The most distant way in the world is not that I can't say that I love you.

It is when the yearning painfully kills me bit by bit, yet I have no other choice,

but to bury my love in the bottom of my heart.

The most distant way in the world is not that I can't say that I miss you.

It is when we're in love, yet being apart and never be able to get together.

The most distant way in the world is not the distance between us,

It is when we cannot resist all those feelings, yet pretend that I don't care much.

The most distant way in the world is not denying the existence of love,

It is to be apathy and digging an un-crossable river between you and the one that loves you truly.

The most distant way in the world is not between two trees.

It's the same rooted branches cannot enjoy relying on each other.

The most distant way in the world is not between branches being separated.

It is like the blinking stars that don't converge into a sparkling track.

The most distant way in the world is not between the sparkling stars,

After the meeting and hitting, they no longer shines but fade away.

The most distant way in the world is not fading away after an instant meeting.

It is before one comes across each other, they're destined to be apart.

The most distant way in the world is the love between fish and bird,

One's flying in the sky, the other is diving under the sea.

关于“世界上最遥远的距离”一诗的作者众说纷纭，不一定是泰戈尔，

未必是张小娴，也许是台湾的一些大学生的集体接龙。但无论如何, 这

首诗曾感动过千万人，也有很多个版本。我选的其中一版并做了翻译，

却发现始终还是达不到中文原作的美感。也许本人的英文水平尚待提