我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多别的时代，以及这些时代之被遗忘，我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away

“你离我有多远呢，果实呀？”
“我藏在你心里呢，花呀。”
How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

生命从世界得到资产，爱情使它得到价值。
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn lea
ves.

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

这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.

你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波涛滚滚地流
开，我们也分别了。
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.
The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.

我的白昼已经完了，我象一只泊在海滩上的小船，听着晚潮跳舞的乐声。
My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening
to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

我们的生命是天赋的，我们惟有献出生命，才能得到生命。
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

在我自己的杯中，饮了我的酒吧，朋友。
一倒在别人的杯里，这酒的腾跳的泡沫便要消失了。
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.

错误经不起失败，但是真理却不怕失败。
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.

把那些花朵抛掷上去的那一阵子无休无止的狂欢大喜的劲儿，其源泉是在哪里呢？
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?

阴影戴上她的面幕，秘密地，温顺地，用她的沉默的爱的脚步，跟在“光”后边。
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.

安静些吧，我的心，这些大树都是祈祷者呀。
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.