“月儿呀，你在等候什么呢？”
“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，仿佛是喑哑的大地发出的渴望的声音。
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.


神自己的清晨，在他自己看来也是新奇的。
His own mornings are new surprises to God.

鸟儿愿为一朵云。
云儿愿为一只鸟。
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.


我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。
是为了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾记得的小小的需要。
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.


群树如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起脚来向天空窥望。
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep
at the heaven. 

世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making
the music of sadness. 

像极了我跟你拥抱的姿势

他把他的刀剑当作他的上帝。
当他的刀剑胜利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.

阴影戴上她的面幕，秘密地，温顺地，用她的沉默的爱的脚步，跟在“光”
后边。
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness,
with her silent steps of love. 

群星不怕显得象萤火那样。
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

谢谢神，我不是一个权力的轮子，而是被压在这轮子下的活人之一。
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. 

心是尖锐的，不是宽博的，它执着在每一点上，却并不活动。
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move

你的偶像委散在尘土中了，这可证明神的尘土比你的偶像还伟大。
You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater
than your idol. 

人不能在他的历史中表现出他自己，他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.