８３
那想做好人的，在门外敲着门；那爱人的看见门敞开着。
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
８６
“你离我有多远呢，果实呀？”
“我藏在你心里呢，花呀。”
How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
８７
这个渴望是为了那个在黑夜里感觉得到，在大白天里却看不见的人。
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen
in the day.
９６
瞬刻的喧声，讥笑着永恒的音乐。
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
９７
我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多别的时代，以及这些时代之被遗
忘，我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love
and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.
１０３
根是地下的枝。枝是空中的根。 Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.
１１０
人走进喧哗的群众里去，为的是要淹没他自己的沉默的呼号。
Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silence.
１２９
“可能”问“不可能”道：
“你住在什么地方呢？”
它回答道：“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.
１３８
文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
工作对文字说道：“当我看见你的时，我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。”
I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
１３９
时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
it mere change and no wealth.
１４４
一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。
它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
１４７
死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
１６８
压迫着我的，到底是我的想要外出的灵魂呢，还是那世界的灵魂，敲着我
心的门，想要进来呢？
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open,
or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?
１８４
太急于做好事的人，反而找不到时间去做好人。
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
１９１
弓在箭要射出之前，低声对箭说道：“你的自由就是我的自由。”
The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--
Your freedom is mine.
１９３
全是理智的心，恰如一柄全是锋刃的刀。
它叫使用它的人手上流血。
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
１９７
接触着，你许会杀害；远离着，你许会占有。
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
２００
燃烧着的木块，熊熊地生出火光，叫道：“这是我的花朵，我的死亡。”
让世界自己寻路向你走来。
The burning log bursts in flame and cries, --- "This is my flower, my death."
２０３
白日以这小小的地球的喧扰，淹没了整个宇宙的沉默。
The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of
all worlds.
２０７
荣誉使我感到惭愧，因为我暗地里求着它。
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
２１４
我们的欲望把彩虹的颜色借给那只不过是云雾的人生。
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists
and vapours of life.
２１６
我的忧思缠绕着我，要问我它自己的名字。
My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.
２４７
小花问道：“我要怎样地对你唱，怎样地崇拜你呢？太阳呀？”
太阳答道：“只要用你的纯洁的素朴的沉默。”
How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?
By the simple silence of thy purity.
２４８
当人是兽时，他比兽还坏。
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
２７１
大地呀，我到你岸上时是一个陌生人，住在你屋内时是一个宾客，离开你
的门时是一个朋友。
I came to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest,
I leave your door as a friend, my earth.
２７８
我们在热爱世界时便生活在这世界上。
We live in this world when we love it.
２７９
让死者有那不朽的名，但让生者有那不朽的爱。
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the
immortality of love.
２８１
我将死了又死，以明白生是无穷无尽的。
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
２９０
总有一天，我要在别的世界的晨光里对你唱道：“我以前在地球的光里，
在人的爱里，已经见过你了。”
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.
２９９
神等待着人在智慧中重新获得童年。
God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
３１６
人类的历史在很忍耐地等待着被侮辱者的胜利。
Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.
３２４
我的未完成的过去，从后边缠绕到我身上，使我难于死去。请从它那里释
放了我吧。
Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making
death difficult.
３２５
“我相信你的爱。”让这句话做我的最后的话。
Let this be my last word, that I trust thy love. | 
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