The wasp thinks that the honey-hive of the neighboring bees is too small. His neighbors ask him to build one still smaller.

黄蜂以邻蜂储蜜之巢为太小。它的邻人要它去建筑一个更小的。

The burning log bursts in flame and cries, “This is my flower, my death.”

燃烧着的木块，熊熊地生出火光，叫道，——“这是我的花朵，我的死亡。”

“I have lost my dewdrop, ” cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.

花朵向失落了它所有的星辰的曙天叫道：“我的露点全失落了。”

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

接触着，你许会杀害；远离着，你许会占有。

“My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss, ” said the sunset cloud to the sun.

夕照中的云彩向太阳说道：“我的心经了你的接吻，便似金的宝箱了。”

The world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.

这世界乃是为美之音乐所驯服了的、狂风骤雨的世界。

God loves man's lamp-lights better than his own great stars.

上帝爱人间的灯光甚于他自己的大星。

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

全是理智的心，恰如一柄全是锋刃的刀。叫使用它的人手上流血。

Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.

妇人，在你的笑声里有着生命之泉的音乐。

The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth—“Your freedom is mine.”

弓在箭要射出之前，低声对箭说道，——“你的自由是我的。”