The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.

世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。

The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

沟洫（xù）总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。

Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky.

I hear the voice of their wings.

思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。

我听见它们鼓翼之声了。

In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.

在黄昏的微光里，有那清晨的鸟儿来到了我的沉默的鸟巢里。

The learned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the firefly to the stars.

The stars made no answer.

萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”

天上的星不回答它。

Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss.

爱情呀，当你手里拿着点亮了的痛苦之灯走来时，我能够看见你的脸，而且以你为幸福。

The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。

The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are your homesick children, mother, come back to you from the heaven.

雨点吻着大地，微语道：“我们是你的思家的孩子，母亲，现在从天上回到你这里来了。”

When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

当我们以我们的充实为乐时，那末，我们便能很快乐地跟我们的果实分手了。

Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。