有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微（风思）的，正在我的心上奏着
潺（氵爰）的乐声。
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart
the music of the ripples.

“海水呀，你说的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”
“ What language is thine, O sea? “
“The language of eternal question.“
“What language is thy answer, O sky?“
“The language of eternal silence.“

静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes
love to you.

创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间
之雾。
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过
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.

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.

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

神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，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.

我不能选择那最好的。
是那最好的选择我。
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me

那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们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，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

“我们萧萧的树叶都有声响回答那风和雨。你是谁呢，那样的沉默着？”
“我不过是一朵花。”
“We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
but who are you so silent?“
“I am a mere flower.“

休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
-（说实话飞鸟的这个有点深奥了我没懂）

人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.