水里的游鱼是沉默的，海洋上的兽类是沉静的，空中的飞鸟是歌颂着的。
然而，人类却兼有海里的缄默，地上的嘈杂与空中的音乐。
The fish in the water is silent，the animal on the earth is noisy，the bird in the air is singing。
But Man has in him the silence of the sea，the noise of the earth and the music of the air。

是大地的泪点，使她的微笑坚持着青春不谢。
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom。

有一次，咱们梦见大家都是不相识的。
我们醒了，却晓得我们原是相亲相爱的。
Once we dreamt that we were strangers。
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other。

舞蹈着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，请求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement， dancing water。 Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

忧思在我的心里安静下去，正如暮色来临在安静的山林中。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees。

这些微（风思），是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind。

她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，干扰着我的梦魂。
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night。

无垠的沙漠热闹寻求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away。

世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。
它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover。
It becomes small as one song， as one kiss of the eternal。

你看不见你本人，你所看见的只是你的影子。
What you are you do not see， what you see is your shadow。

他把他的刀剑当作他的上帝。
当他的刀剑成功的时候他自己却失败了。
He has made his weapons his gods。
When his weapons win he is defeated himself。

神呀，我的那些欲望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。让我只是静听着吧。
My wishes are fools， they shout across thy song， my Master。Let me but listen。

我不能抉择那最好的。
是那最好的取舍我。
I cannot choose the best。
The best chooses me。

我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上冲激着，以热泪在上边写着她的题记：“我爱你。”
My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words， "I love thee。"

“月儿呀，你在等待什么呢？”
“向我将让位给他的太阳致敬。”
Moon， for what do you wait?
To salute the sun for whom I must make way。

绿树长到了我的窗前，好像是喑哑的大地发出的盼望的声音。
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth。

假如你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun， you also miss the stars。

夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，它们不什么可唱，只叹气一声，飞落在那里。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away。
And yellow leaves of autumn， which have no songs， flutter and fall there with a sign。

世界上的一队小小的流浪者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world， leave your footprints in my words。

神自己的凌晨，在他自己看来也是离奇的。
His own mornings are new surprises to God。

世界在迟疑之心的琴弦上跑从前，奏出愁闷的乐声。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness。

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