The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.

绿草是无愧于它所生长的伟大世界的。

The earth hums to me today in the sun, like a woman at her spinning, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.

今天大地在太阳光里向我营营哼鸣，象一个织着布的妇人，用一种已经被忘却的语言，哼着一些古代的歌曲。

The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.

权势以它的恶行自夸，落下的黄叶与浮游的云片却在笑它。

The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.

道路虽然拥挤，却是寂寞的，因为它是不被爱的。

The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.

山峰如群儿之喧嚷，举起他们的双臂，想去捉天上的星星。

The sun has his simple rode of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.

太阳只穿一件朴素的光衣，白云却披了灿烂的裙裾。

That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.

终止于衰竭是“死亡”，但“圆满”却终止于无穷。

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

人走进喧哗的群众里去，为的是要淹没他自己的沉默的呼号。

I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.

我投射我自己的影子在我的路上，因为我有一盏还没有燃点起来的明灯。

God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour.

当富贵利达的人夸说他得到神的特别恩惠时，上帝却羞了。