It was getting late , so mr . wanderer picked up his only belonging , a haversack containing several copies of the bhagavad gita . he carried it on his back , as if he were bearing a cross , and walked toward the door . suddenly , he turned around , and with palms closed and seemingly anxious to express himself clearly , he uttered to me in broken english , word by word : " perhaps , tonight , god wants to give you . a present ! 时间不早了，流浪汉先生背起唯一的家当装着数本薄伽梵歌的背包，像扛十字架那样步出房门，突然转身对我合掌，用不太流利的英文一个字一个字的，生怕传达不清似的对我说：也许，今晚，是上帝要给你的，一个礼物！
