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“Who drives me forward like fate?”“The Myself striding on my back.” “谁如命运似的推着我向前走呢？”“那是我自己，在身背后大跨步走着。”

The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin. The sun rose and smiled on it, saying,“Are you well, my darling?” 向日葵羞于把无名的花朵看作她的同胞。太阳升上来了，向它微笑，说道：“你好么，我的宝贝儿？”

Either you have work or you have not. When you have to say, “Let us do something, ” then begins mischief. 或者你在做着工作，或者你没有。当你不得不说：“让我们做些事吧，”那么就要开始胡闹了。

The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs. 世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。

In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence. 在黄昏的微光里，有那清晨的鸟儿来到了我的沉默的鸟巢里。

“The learned say that your lights will one day be no more, ” said the firefly to the stars. The stars made no answer. 萤火对天上的星道：“学者说你的光明，总有一天会消灭的。”天上的星不回答他。

Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss. 爱情呀！当你手里拿着点亮了的痛苦之灯走来时，我能够看见你的脸，而且以你为幸福。

This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress. I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free. 在梦中，一切事都散漫着，都压着我，但这不过是一个梦呀。当我醒来时，我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。

Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown. 让我设想，在群星之中，有一粒星是指导着我的生命通过不可知的黑暗的。

Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings. 思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。我听见它们鼓翼之声了。

I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love. 我把我的心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中；它充满了爱了。

Woman, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth. 妇人呀，你用你的眼泪的深邃包绕着世界的心，正如大海包绕着大地。

Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows. 思想以它自己的言语喂养它自己，而成长起来。

The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, —“We are thy home-sick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.” 雨点与大地接吻，微语道，——“我们是你的思家的孩子，母亲，现在从天上回到你这里来了。”

When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy. 当我们以我们的充实为乐时，那么，我们便能很快乐地跟我们的果实分手了。

Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims. 权力认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。

The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks. 夜秘密地把花开放了，却让那白日去领受谢词。

The Great walks with the Small without fear. The Middling keeps aloof. 大的不怕与小的同游。

Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds. 沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。

The world does not leak because death is not a crack. 世界不会裂开，因为死亡并不是一个罅隙。

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. 采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。

“Who is there to take up my duties?” asked the setting sun.“I shall do what I can, my Master, ” said the earthen lamp. 落日问道：“有谁在继续我的职务呢？”瓦灯说道：“我要尽我力之所能的做去，我的主人。”

God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. 上帝的巨大的威权是在柔和的微飔里，而不在狂风暴雨之中。

The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow. Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes. 燃着的火，以他的熊熊之光焰禁止我走近他。把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。

My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time. 我的思想随着这些闪耀的绿叶而闪耀着，我的心灵接触着这日光也唱了起来；我的生命因为偕了万物一同浮泛在空间的蔚蓝，时间的墨黑中，正在快乐着呢。