But I feel that God does not grant sunshine or rain to our importunate entreaties.
但我觉得没有为我们苦苦哀求而赐予阳光或雨水。
And just as the awakened country, with its Bande Mataram, thrills in salutation to the unrealized future before it, so do all my veins and nerves send forth shocks of welcome to the unthought-of, the unknown, the importunate Stranger.
就像觉醒国家及其 Bande Mataram 一样,在向面前未实现未来致敬时激动不已,我所有血管和神经也向未曾想到、未知、纠缠不休陌生人发出欢迎冲击。