６５
小草呀，你的足步虽小，但是你拥有你足下的土地。
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
６６
幼花的蓓蕾开放了，它叫道：“亲爱的世界呀，请不要萎谢了。”
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not fade."
６７
神对于那些大帝国会感到厌恶，却决不会厌恶那些小小的花朵。
God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.
６８
错误经不起失败，但是真理却不怕失败。
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
６９
瀑布歌唱道：“虽然渴者只要少许的水便够了，我却很快活地给与了我的全部的水。
I give my whole water in joy, it is enough for the thirsty.
７０
把那些花朵抛掷上去的那一阵子无休无止的狂欢大喜的劲儿，其源泉是在哪里呢？
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?
７１
樵夫的斧头，问树要斧柄。
树便给了他。
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
７２
这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
７３
贞操是从丰富的爱情中生出来的财富。
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
７４
雾，象爱情一样，在山峰的心上游戏，生出种种美丽的变幻。
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out
surprises of beauty.
７５
我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
７６
诗人－－飙风，正出经海洋森林，追求它自己的歌声。
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
７７
每一个孩子出生时都带来信息说：神对人并未灰心失望。
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
７８
绿草求她地上的伴侣。
树木求他天空的寂寞。
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
７９
人对他自己建筑起堤防来。
Man barricades against himself.
８０
我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，象那海水的低吟声绕缭在静听着的松林之间。
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
８１
这个不可见的黑暗之火焰，以繁星为其火花的，到底是什么呢？
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
８２
使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
８３
那想做好人的，在门外敲着门；那爱人的看见门敞开着。
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
８４
在死的时候，众多和而为一；在生的时候，一化为众多。
神死了的时候，宗教便将合而为一。
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
８５
艺术家是自然的情人，所以他是自然的奴隶，也是自然的主人。
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.
８６
“你离我有多远呢，果实呀？”
“我藏在你心里呢，花呀。”
How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
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