绿草求她地上的伴侣。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
树木求他天空的寂寞。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.

只管走过去，不必逗留着采了花朵来保存，因为一路上花朵自会继续开放的。
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on,
for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

人走进喧哗的群众里去，为的是要淹没他自己的沉默的呼号。　　　　　　
Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silence.

夜对太阳说道：“在月亮中，你送了你的情书给我。”　　　　　　　　　
“我已在绿草上留下了我的流着泪点的回答了。”　　　　　　　　　　　
In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,
I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.

蜜蜂从花中啜蜜，离开时营营地道谢。　　　　　　　　　　
浮华的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向它道谢的。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him

绿叶恋爱时便成了花。
花崇拜时便成了果实。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.


文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
工作对文字说道：“当我看见你的时，我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。”
I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word

真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.

杯中的水是光辉的；海中的水却是黑色的。
小理可以用文字来说清楚，大理却只有沉末。
The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.
The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great
silence.

我的昼间之花，落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。
在黄昏中，这花成熟为一颗记忆的金果。
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory


脚趾乃是舍弃了其过去的手指。
Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.

全是理智的心，恰如一柄全是锋刃的刀。
它叫使用它的人手上流血。
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

接触着，你许会杀害；远离着，你许会占有。
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

最好的东西不是独来的，
它伴了所有的东西同来。
The best does not come alone.
It comes with the company of the all.