Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

生命因了“世界”的要求，得到他的资产，因了爱的要求，得到他的价值。

My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words, “I love thee.”

我的心冲激着她的波浪在“世界”的海岸上，蘸着眼泪在上边写着她的题记：“我爱你。”

I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.

我不能选择那最好的。是那最好的选择我。

My wishes are fools, they shout across thy songs, my Master. Let me but listen.

主呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。让我只是静听着吧。

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

你看不见你的真相，你所看见的，只是你的影子。

These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

这些微思，是绿叶的簌簌之声呀；他们在我的心里，愉悦地微语着。

Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

啊，美呀，在爱中找你自己吧，不要到你镜子的谄谀中去找呀。

The light that plays, like a naked child,among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.

光如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，他不知道人是会欺诈的。

God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun and the earth.

上帝希望我们酬答他的，在于他送给我们的花朵，而不在于太阳和土地。