１1
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微（风思）的，正在我的心上奏着潺（氵爰）的乐声
1２
What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence.
“海水呀，你说的是什么？”“是永恒的疑问。” “天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”“是永恒的沉默。”
1３
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
`静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。`
1４
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
`创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。`
1５
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。
1６
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes..
`我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。`
1７
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
这些微（风思），是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。
1８
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
`你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。`
1９
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.
`神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。让我只是静听着吧。`
2０
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
`我不能选择那最好的。是那最好的选择我。`