２０１
黄蜂认为邻蜂储蜜之巢太小。
他的邻人要他去建筑一个更小的。
The wasp thinks that the honeyhive of the neighbouring bees is too small.
His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.

２０２
河岸向河流说道：“我不能留住你的波浪。
让我保存你的足印在我的心里吧。”
I cannot keep your waves,
Let me keep your footprints in my heart.

２０３
白日以这小小的地球的喧扰，淹没了整个宇宙的沉默。
The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of
all worlds.

２０４
歌声在天空中感到无限，图画在地上感到无限，诗呢，无论在空中，在地
上都是如此。
因为诗的词句含有能走动的意义与能飞翔的音乐。
The song feels the infinite in the air, the picture in the earth,
the poem in the air and the earth;
For its words have meaning that walks and music that soars.

２０５
太阳在西方落下时，他的早晨的东方已静悄悄地站在他面前。
When the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands
before him in silence.

２０６
让我不要错误地把自己放在我的世界里而使它反对我。
Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.

２０７
荣誉使我感到惭愧，因为我暗地里求着它。
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

２０８
当我没有什么事做时，便让我不做什么事，不受骚扰地沉入安静深处吧，
一如海水沉默时海边的暮色。
Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its
depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

２０９
少女呀，你的纯朴，如湖水之碧，表现出你的真理之深邃。
Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your
depth of truth.

２１０
最好的东西不是独来的，
它伴了所有的东西同来。
The best does not come alone.
It comes with the company of the all.

２１１
神的右手是慈爱的，但是他的左手却可怕。
God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.

２１２
我的晚色从陌生的树木中走来，它用我的晓星所不懂得的语言说话。
My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language
which my morning stars did not know.

２１３
夜之黑暗是一只口袋，迸出黎明的金光。
Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.

２１４
我们的欲望把彩虹的颜色借给那只不过是云雾的人生。
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists
and vapours of life.

２１５
神等待着，要从人的手上把他自己的花朵作为礼物赢得回去。
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.