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。 The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal
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.