幽深的海呵!年代是你的浪波;
时间底海呵,充满深沉的悲伤,
你被眼泪的盐水弄得多咸涩!
你的波流浩荡无边,在你的水上
潮汐交替,那就是人生的界限!
你已倦于扑食,但仍在咆哮无餍,
把破碎的船吐在无情的岸沿;
你在平静时险诈,风涛起时可怕,
呵,谁敢航行一只小船,
在你幽深难测的洋面?
~~~Like the clear stillness of autumn water—pure and without activity; in its tranquil depths are no obstructions. Such an one is called a man of Tao, also, a man who has nothing further to do.