Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。

The world does not leak because death is not a crack.

世界不会裂开，因为死亡并不是一个罅隙。

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。

“Who is there to take up my duties?” asked the setting sun.“I shall do what I can, my Master, ” said the earthen lamp.

落日问道：“有谁在继续我的职务呢？”瓦灯说道：“我要尽我力之所能的做去，我的主人。”

God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

上帝的巨大的威权是在柔和的微飔里，而不在狂风暴雨之中。

The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow. Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

燃着的火，以他的熊熊之光焰禁止我走近他。把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。

My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time.

我的思想随着这些闪耀的绿叶而闪耀着，我的心灵接触着这日光也唱了起来；我的生命因为偕了万物一同浮泛在空间的蔚蓝，时间的墨黑中，正在快乐着呢。

The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。出来吧，我的心，带了你的爱去与它相会。

Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust. Let the world find its way to you.

静静地坐吧，我的心，不要扬起你的尘土。让世界自己寻路向你走来。

Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

生命里留了许多罅隙，从这些罅隙中，送来了死之忧郁的音乐。