186 他们嫉妒,他们残杀,人反而称赞他们。 然而上帝却害了羞,匆匆地把他的记忆埋藏在绿草下面。 they hated and killed and men praised them. but god in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.
198 蟋蟀的唧唧,夜雨的淅沥,从黑暗中传到我的耳边,好似我已逝的 少年时代沙地来到我的梦境中。 the cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.