Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. 一些看不见的手指，如慵懒的微风，在我心上奏着潺潺的乐章。#飞鸟集#
“What language is thine, O sea? ” “The language of eternal question. ” “What language is thy answer, O sky? ” “The language of eternal silence.” “大海啊，你说的是什么？” “是永恒的质疑。” “天空啊，你回答的是什么？” “是永恒的沉默。”
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you! 听，我的心啊，听那世界的呢喃，这是它对你爱的召唤！
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 创造的神秘，有如夜的黑暗——它是伟大的，而知识的幻影却如清晨之雾。
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high. 不要因为峭壁的高耸，而让你的爱情坐在上面。
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. 今天早晨，我坐在窗前，世界就如一个过客，稍歇片刻，向我点点头，便走了。
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. 这些零碎的思想，是树叶沙沙之声；它们在我的心里，欢快地低语着。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 你看不见自己，你所见到的只是自己的影子。
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my master. Let me but listen. 主啊，我的那些愿望真是傻透了，它们喧闹着穿越你的歌声。让我只是聆听吧。
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. 我不能选择那最好的。是那最好的选择了我。
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