夏天的飛鳥，飛到我的窗前唱歌，又飛去了。 秋天的黃葉，它們沒有什麽可唱，只嘆息壹聲，飛落在那裏。 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 sigh.世界上的壹隊小小的漂泊者呀，請留下妳們的足印在我的文字裏。 A troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.世界對著它的愛人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。 它變小了，小如壹首歌，小如壹回永恒的接吻。 The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. 是大地的淚點，使她的微笑保持著青春不謝。 It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom. 無垠的沙漠熱烈追求壹葉綠草的愛，她搖搖頭笑著飛開了。 The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.如果妳因失去了太陽而流淚，那麽妳也將失去群星了。 If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.跳舞著的流水呀，在妳途中的泥沙，要求妳的歌聲，妳的流動呢。妳肯挾 瘸足的泥沙而俱下麽？ The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? 她的熱切的臉，如夜雨似的，攪擾著我的夢魂。 Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.有壹次，我們夢見大家都是不相識的。 我們醒了，卻知道我們原是相親相愛的。 Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.憂思在我的心裏平靜下去，正如暮色降臨在寂靜的山林中。 Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. 有些看不見的手，如懶懶的微飔的，正在我的心上奏著 潺湲的樂聲。 Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. “海水呀，妳說的是什麽？” “是永恒的疑問。” “天空呀，妳回答的話是什麽？” “是永恒的沈默。” What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence.靜靜地聽，我的心呀，聽那世界的低語，這是它對妳求愛的表示呀。 Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.創造的神秘，有如夜間的黑暗－－是偉大的。而知識的幻影卻不過如晨間 之霧。 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.不要因為峭壁是高的，便讓妳的愛情坐在峭壁上。 Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.我今晨坐在窗前，世界如壹個路人似的，停留了壹會，向我點點頭又走過 去了。 I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.這些微飔，是樹葉的簌簌之聲呀；它們在我的心裏歡悅地微語著。 There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. 妳看不見妳自己，妳所看見的只是妳的影子。 What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 神呀，我的那些願望真是愚傻呀，它們雜在妳的歌聲中喧叫著呢。 讓我只是靜聽著吧。 My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.我不能選擇那最好的。 是那最好的選擇我。 I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.那些把燈背在背上的人，把他們的影子投到了自己前面。 They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 我的存在，對我是壹個永久的神奇，這就是生活。 That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.“我們蕭蕭的樹葉都有聲響回答那風和雨。妳是誰呢，那樣的沈默著？” “我不過是壹朵花。” We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" I am a mere flower. 休息與工作的關系，正如眼瞼與眼睛的關系。 Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. 人是壹個初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生長的力量。 Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.神希望我們酬答他，在於他送給我們的花朵，而不在於太陽和土地。 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth.光明如壹個裸體的孩子，快快活活地在綠葉當中遊戲，它不知道人是會欺 詐的。 The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.啊，美呀，在愛中找妳自己吧，不要到妳鏡子的諂諛去找尋。 O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror. 我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上沖激著，以熱淚在上邊寫著她的題記： “我愛妳。” 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."“月兒呀，妳在等候什麽呢？” “向我將讓位給他的太陽致敬。” Moon, for what do you wait? To salute the sun for whom I must make way.綠樹長到了我的窗前，仿佛是喑啞的大地發出的渴望的聲音。 The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.神自己的清晨，在他自己看來也是新奇的。 His own mornings are new surprises to God.生命從世界得到資產，愛情使它得到價值。 Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.枯竭的河床，並不感謝它的過去。 The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.鳥兒願為壹朵雲。 雲兒願為壹只鳥。 The bird wishes it were a cloud. The cloud wishes it were a bird.瀑布歌唱道：“我得到自由時便有了歌聲了。” The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom." 我說不出這心為什麽那樣默默地頹喪著。 是為了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾記得的小小的需要。 I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.婦人，妳在料理家務的時候，妳的手足歌唱著，正如山間的溪水歌唱著在小石中流過。 Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.當太陽橫過西方的海面時，對著東方留下他的最後的敬禮。 The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East. 不要因為妳自己沒有胃口而去責備妳的食物。 Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.群樹如表示大地的願望似的，踮起腳來向天空窺望。 The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a tiptoe to peep at the heaven. 妳微微地笑著，不同我說什麽話。而我覺得，為了這個，我已等待得久了。 You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.水裏的遊魚是沈默的，陸地上的獸類是喧鬧的，空中的飛鳥是歌唱著的。 但是，人類卻兼有海裏的沈默，地上的喧鬧與空中的音樂。 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.世界在躊躇之心的琴弦上跑過去，奏出憂郁的樂聲。 The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness. 45 他把他的刀劍當著他的上帝。 當他的刀劍勝利的時候他自己卻失敗了。 He has made his weapons his gods. When his weapons win he is defeated himself.神從創造中找到他自己。 God finds himself by creating. 陰影戴上她的面幕，秘密地，溫順地，用她的沈默的愛的腳步，跟在“光”後邊。 Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love. 群星不怕顯得向螢火那樣。 The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies. 謝謝神，我不是壹個權力的輪子，而是被壓在這輪子下的活人之壹。 I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it. 心是尖銳的，不是寬博的，它執著在每壹點上，卻並不活動。 The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move. 妳的偶像委散在塵土中了，這可證明神的塵土比妳的偶像還偉大。不如壹人是動物，他是壹種動物。 Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal. 黑雲變成天上的花朵時，受光的接吻。 Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light. 不要讓劍刀鋒譏笑它柄子的拙鈍 Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt. 圍繞著生命的光明島膨脹日夜死的大海的無限的歌聲。 Around the sunny island of life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea. The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis nisplaced is the unreal. The false can never grow into truth by growing in power. I do not ask thee into the house. Come into my infinite loneliness, my lover. Death belongs to life as birth does. the walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down. I came to your shore as a stranger, I live in your house as a guest, I leabe our door as a friend, my earth. We live in this world when we love it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. I have seen thee as the half-awakend child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again. I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible. While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise. Love is life in its fullness like the cup with its wine. Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs. Love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea; and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves. Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, "I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man." Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but give colour to my sunset sky. Truth raises aginst itself the storm that scaters its seeds broadcast. The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace. Truth seems to come with it final word, and the final word gives birth to its next. Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth. Sweetness of thy name fills my hert when I forget mine-like thy morning sun when the mist is melted. The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed. God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom. Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my love will help it. Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.