他把他的刀剑当作他的上帝。当他的刀剑胜利的时候他自己却失败了。
He has made his weapons his gods.When his weapons win he is defeated himself.

神希望我们酬答他，在于他送给我们的花朵，而不在于太阳和土地。
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth.

我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上冲激着，以热泪在上边写着她的题记：“我爱你。”
My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words, “I love thee.“

我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。是为了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾记得的小小的需要。
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

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跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的。但是，人类却兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy,the bird in the air is singing.But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.

无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.

人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.

光明如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，它不知道人是会欺诈的。
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.