１1

Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

有些看不見的手，如懶懶的微（風思）的，正在我的心上奏著潺（氵爰）的樂聲

1２

What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence.

“海水呀，你說的是什么？”“是永恒的疑問。” “天空呀，你回答的話是什么？”“是永恒的沉默。”

1３

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

`靜靜地聽，我的心呀，聽那世界的低語，這是它對你求愛的表示呀。`

1４

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

`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。`

1５

Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

不要因為峭壁是高的，便讓你的愛情坐在峭壁上。

1６

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes..

`我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一個路人似的，停留了一會，向我點點頭又走過去了。`

1７

There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

這些微（風思），是樹葉的簌簌之聲呀；它們在我的心里歡悅地微語著。

1８

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

`你看不見你自己，你所看見的只是你的影子。`

1９

My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.

`神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它們雜在你的歌聲中喧叫著呢。讓我只是靜聽著吧。`

2０

I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.

`我不能選擇那最好的。是那最好的選擇我。`