Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.

The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

蜜蜂从花中啜蜜，离开时营营地道谢。

浮华的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向它道谢的。

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

不是槌的打击，乃是水的载歌载舞，使鹅卵石臻于完美。

The great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood

to the world.

伟人是一个天生的孩子，当他死时，他把他的伟大的孩提时代给了世界。

“In the moon you send your love letters to me, ” said the night to the sun.

I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.

夜对太阳说道：“在月亮中，你送了你的情书给我。”

“我已在绿草上留下了我的流着泪点的回答了。”

The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life in the air.

鸟以为把鱼举在空中是一种慈善的举动。

Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.

亲爱的朋友呀，当我静听着海涛时，我好几次在暮色深沉的黄昏里，在这个海岸上，感到你的伟大思想的沉默了。

I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.

我把在那些已逝去的世界上的繁荣带到我的世界上来。

I feel your beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.

黑夜呀，我感觉到你的美了。你的美如一个可爱的妇人，当她把灯灭了的时候。

The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.

夜与逝去的日子接吻，轻轻地在他耳旁说道：“我是死，是你的母亲。我就要给你以新的生命。

Dream is a wife who must talk,

Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.

梦是一个一定要谈话的妻子。

睡眠是一个默默忍受的丈夫。