１ 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.
３ 世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。 它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。更多信息请访问： The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
７ 跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟 瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？ The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
1２ “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.“
1４ 创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间 之雾。 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
