【正文】 天空呀，你回答的話是什么？ ” “是永恒的沉默。 Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. １４ 創(chuàng)造的神秘，有如夜間的黑暗－－是偉大的。 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of nightit is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. １５ 不要因為峭壁是高的，便讓你的愛情坐在峭壁上。 I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passerby stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. １７ 這些微風(fēng)，是樹葉的簌簌之聲呀；它們在我的心里歡悅地微語著。 they have their whisper of joy in my mind. １８ 你看不見你自己，你所看見的只是你的影子。 讓我只是靜聽著吧。 是那最好的選擇我。 They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. ２２ 我的存在，對我是一個永久的神奇，這就是生活。你是誰呢，那樣的沉默著？ ” “我不過是一朵花。 Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. ２５ 人是一個初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生長的力量。 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth. ２７ 光明如一個裸體的孩子，快快活活地在綠葉當(dāng)中游戲，它不知道人是會欺 詐的。 O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror. ２９ 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： “我愛你。 ” Moon, for what do you wait? To salute the sun for whom I must make way. ３１ 綠樹長到了我的窗前，仿佛是喑啞的大地發(fā)出的渴望的聲音。 His own mornings are new surprises to God. ３３ 生命從世界得到資產(chǎn)，愛情使它得到價值。 The dry riverbed finds no thanks for its past. ３５ 鳥兒愿為一朵云。 The bird wishes it were a cloud. The cloud wishes it were a bird. ３６ 瀑布歌唱道： “我得到自由時便有了歌聲了。 是為了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾記得的小小的需要。 Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles. ３９ 當(dāng)太陽橫過西方的海面時，對著東方留下他的最后的敬禮。 Do not blame your food because you have no appetite. ４１ 群樹如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起腳來向天空窺望。而我覺得，為了這個，我已等待得久了。 但是，人類卻兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧鬧與空中的音樂。 The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness. ４５ 他把他的刀劍當(dāng)作他的上帝。 He has made his weapons his gods. When his weapons win he is defeated himself. ４６ 神從創(chuàng)造中找到他自己。 Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love. ４８ 群星不怕顯得象螢火那樣。 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. ５０ 心是尖銳的，不是寬博的，它執(zhí)著在每一點上，卻并不活動。 You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that Gods dust is greater than your idol. ５２ 人不能在他的歷史中表現(xiàn)出他自己，他在歷史中奮斗著露出頭角。但明月出來時，玻璃 燈卻 溫和地微笑著，叫明月為－－－ “我親愛的，親愛的姐姐。海鷗飛去，波濤滾滾地流 開，我們也分別了。 My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the