Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.

脚趾乃是舍弃了其过去的手指。

They hated and killed and men praised them.

But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.

他们嫉妒，他们残杀，人反而称赞他们。

然而上帝却害了羞，匆匆地把他的记忆埋藏在绿草下面。

I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fullness in the field of ripened rice.

我是秋云，空空地不载着雨水，但在成熟的稻田中，可以看见我的充实。

He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

太急于做好事的人，反而找不到时间去做好人。

The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.

黄昏的天空，在我看来，象一扇窗户，一盏灯火，灯火背后的一次等待。

I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.

我像那夜间之路，正静悄悄地谛听着记忆的足音。

My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.

In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.

我的昼间之花，落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。

在黄昏中，这花成熟为一颗记忆的金果。

The sunshine greets me with a smile.

The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.

太阳以微笑向我问候。

雨，他的忧闷的姐姐，向我的心谈话。

Woman, you have encircled the world’s heart with the depth of your tears as the sea has the earth.

妇人呀，你用泪海包绕着世界的心，正如大海包绕着大地。

It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,

---great things are for everyone.

我把小小的礼物留给我所爱的人，－－大的礼物却留给一切的人。