you raise your waves vainly to follow your lover, O sea, you lonely bride of the storm.

海呀，你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀，你虽掀起波浪追随你的情人，但是无用呀。

Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.

子夜的风雨，如一个巨大的孩子，在不合时宜的黑夜里醒来，开始游喜和喧闹。

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。

The leaf becomes flower when it loves.

The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

绿叶恋爱时便成了花。

花崇拜时便成了果实。

I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,

---I cannot see them.

我听见有些东西在我心的忧闷后面萧萧作响，－－我不能看见它们。

If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.

如果你把所有的错误都关在门外时，真理也要被关在门外面了。

Asks the Possible to the Impossible,

Where is your dwelling-place?

In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.

“可能”问“不可能”道：

“你住在什么地方呢？”

它回答道：“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

如果你不等待着要说出完全的真理，那末把真话说出来是很容易的。