夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。
　　秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
　　Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
　　And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall
　　there with a sign.

世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words

是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
Her wishful face haunts my drea***ike the rain at night.

“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

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.

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.

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.

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.