道路雖擁擠卻依然寂寞，因它不是被愛著的。

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

我聽見有些東西在我憂傷的心后面沙沙作響，——但我看不見它們。

I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart, —I cannot see them.

我不明白這顆心為何如此憔悴無語。

是為了那些它不曾請(qǐng)求、不曾了解、不曾記得的小小需求。

I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.

It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

上帝對(duì)人們說：“我要治愈你，所以要傷害你；我愛你，所以要懲罰你?！?/p>

God says to man, “I heal you, therefore I hurt, love you, therefore punish.”

夏日的漂鳥，來我窗前，歌唱又飛去。

秋日的黃葉，沒有歌聲，在一聲嘆息里，飄落在地上。

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.

And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.

如同海鷗與海浪的相遇，我們相遇與親近。

海鷗飛走了，海浪也越卷越遠(yuǎn)，我們也就分開了。

Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.

跳著舞的流水啊，在你旅途中的泥沙正乞求著你的謳歌和流動(dòng)呢。

你愿意承擔(dān)起它們跛足的負(fù)荷嗎？

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

晨光問金鳳花道：“你是驕傲得不肯吻我嗎？”

“Are you too proud to kiss me?” the morning light asks the buttercup.

請(qǐng)讓我從那些未完成的過去中釋放出來，它從后面纏著我，讓我難以死去。

Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult.

我已學(xué)會(huì)那在花朵與陽(yáng)光中低語的純粹意義?！?qǐng)教我了解您在痛苦與死亡中的話語吧。

I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine—teach me to know thy words in pain and death.

狂風(fēng)暴雨像是某個(gè)天神在痛苦中的哭聲，因他的愛被大地所拒絕。

The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.

無垠的沙漠為一葉青草而燃起愛情之火，

草葉輕輕搖頭，微微笑，便飛去了。

The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

河岸向河流說道：“我不能留住你的波浪。讓我保存你的足印在我的心底吧?！?/p>

“I cannot keep your waves, ” says the bank to the river，“l(fā)et me keep your footprints in my heart.”

花朵向星辰落盡了的清晨天空叫道：“我的露珠全掉落了?！?/p>

“I have lost my dewdrop. ”cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.

在那薄暮的黃昏，清晨的鳥兒來到我沉默的巢穴里。

In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.

親近，你或許會(huì)受傷害；遠(yuǎn)離，你或許會(huì)擁有。

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

“完美”為了對(duì)“不完美”的愛，把自己裝飾得美麗。

The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.

人微笑時(shí)世界愛他；

當(dāng)他大笑，世界便怕他了。

The world loved man when he smiled;

The world became afraid of him when he laughed.

世界呀，當(dāng)我死的時(shí)候，請(qǐng)?jiān)谀愕某聊?，為我留下一句話：“我曾?jīng)愛過?！?/p>

One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, “I have loved.”