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    ķ񣬷ɵҵĴǰ裬ַȥˡ

    ĻҶûʲôɳֻ̾Ϣһ

    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 sign.

    

    ϵһССƯѽǵӡҵ

    Troupe of little vagrants of the world leave your
 footprints in my words.

    

    İˣƺ߽ˡ

    СˣСһ׸裬СһĽǡ

    The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.It 
becomes small as one song  as one kiss of the eternal.

    

    Ǵص㣬ʹ΢Цഺл

    It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

    

    ɳĮ׷һҶ̲ݵİҡҡͷЦŷɿˡ

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

    

    ʧȥ̫ᣬôҲʧȥȺˡ

    If you shed tears when you miss the sun  you also miss 
the stars.

    

    ŵˮѽ;еɳҪĸء
Юȳɳô

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

    

    еҹƵģҵλꡣ

    Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

    

    һΣμҶǲʶġ

    ˣȴ֪ԭమġ

    Once we dreamt that we were strangers.We wake up to find 
that we  were dear to each other.

    

    ˼ҵƽȥĺɫڼžɽС

    Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening 
amongthe silent trees.

    

    Щ֣΢\ģҵ


    Some unseen fingers  like an idle breeze are playing 
upon my heart the music of the ripples.

    

    ˮѽ˵ʲô

    ʡ

    ѽشĻʲô

    ĳĬ

    What language is thine O sea

    The language of eternal question.What language is thy answer 
O sky 


The language of eternal silence.

    

    ҵѽĵ󰮵ıʾ
ѽ

    Listen my heart  to the whispers of the world with which 
it makeslove to you.

    

    أҹĺڰΰġ֪ʶĻӰȴ
糿֮

    The mystery of creation is like the darkness of nightit 
is great.

    Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

    

    ҪΪͱǸߵģİͱϡ

    Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

    

    ҽڴǰһ·Ƶģͣһᣬ
ͷ߹ȥˡ

    I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by 
stopsfor a moment  nods to me and goes.

    

    Щ΢˼Ҷ֮ѽҵﻶõ΢š

    There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves they have 
theirwhisper of joy in my mind.

    

    㿴ԼֻӰӡ

    What you are you do not see  what you see is your shadow.

    

    ѽҵЩԸɵѽĸ
ء

    ֻǾŰɡ

    My wishes are fools  they shout across thy song  my 
Master.Let me but listen.

    

    Ҳѡõġ

    õѡҡ

    I cannot choose the best.The best chooses me.

    

    ЩѵƱڱϵˣǵӰͶԼǰ档

    They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern 
ontheir back.

    

    ҵĴڣһõ棬

    That I exist is  a perpetual surprise which is life.

    

    ҶشǷꡣ˭أ
ĳĬţ

    Ҳһ仨

    We the rustling leaves have a voice that answers the 
stormsbut who are you so silent 

    I am a mere flower.

    

    Ϣ빤Ĺϵ۾Ĺϵ

    Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.

    

    һĺӣ


Man is a born child  his power is the power of growth.

    

    ϣǳ͸ǵĻ䣬̫
ء

    God expects answers for the flowers he sends us  not for 
the sunthe earth.

    

    һĺӣҶϷ
֪ǻթġ

    The light that plays like a naked child  among the green 
leaveshappily knows not that man can lie.

    

    ѽڰԼɣҪ㾵ӵ 

    ȥѰ

    O Beauty find thyself in love  not in the flattery of 
thy mirror.

    

    ҵİĲĺϳ弤ţϱд
ǣҰ㡣

    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.

    

    ¶ѽڵȺʲôأ

    ҽλ̫¾

    Moon for what do you wait 

    To salute the sun for whom I must make way.

    

    ҵĴǰ·ƵĴطĿ

    The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of 
the dumbearth.

    

    Լ峿ԼҲġ

    His own mornings are new surprises to God.

    

    õʲʹõֵ

    Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world and its 
worthby the claims of love.

    

    ݽߵĺӴлĹȥ

    The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

    

    ԸΪһơ

    ƶԸΪһֻ

    The bird wishes it were a cloud.The cloud wishes it were 
a bird.

    

    ٲ質ҵõʱ˸ˡ

    The waterfall sing I find my song  when I find my freedom.

    

    ˵ΪʲôĬĬɥš

    ΪǲҪ󣬲֪ǵõССҪ

    I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.It is 
for small needs it never asks  or knows or remembers.

    

    ˣʱ質ţɽ
Ϫˮ質Сʯ


Woman  when you move about in your household service your 
limbs singlike a hill stream among its pebbles.

    

    ̫ĺʱŶľ

    The sun goes to cross the Western sea  leaving its last 
salutation to the East.

    

    ҪΪԼûθڶȥʳ

    Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.

    

    ȺʾصԸƵģտ

    The trees  like the longings of the earth  stand atiptoe 
to peepat the heaven.

    

    ΢΢Цţͬ˵ʲôҾãΪѵ
þˡ

    You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for 
thisI had been waiting long.

    

    ˮǳĬģ½ϵֵģеķǸ
ŵġ

    ǣȴкĳĬϵе֡

    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 andthe music of the air.

    

    ڳ֮ĵܹȥ

    The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart 
making the music of sadness.

    
    ĵϵۡ

    ĵʤʱԼȴʧˡ

    He has made his weapons his gods.When his weapons win he 
is defeated himself.

    

    ӴҵԼ

    God finds himself by creating.

    

    ӰĻܵأ˳أĳĬİĽŲ
ڡ⡱ߡ

    Shadow with her veil drawn follows Light in secret
meeknesswith her silent steps of love.

    

    ȺǲԵө

    The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

    

    ллҲһȨӣǱѹµĻ֮
һ

    I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I 
am one withthe living creatures that are crushed by it.

    

    Ǽģǿģִÿһϣȴ

    The mind sharp but not broad sticks at every point but 
does not move.

    

    żίɢڳˣ֤ĳżΰ

    You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that Gods dust 
is greaterthan your idol.



    ˲ʷбֳԼʷзܶ¶ͷǡ

    Man does not reveal himself in his history he struggles 
up throughit.

    

    Ϊߵƽֶߵơ³ʱ
ȴº͵΢ЦţΪװģװĽ㡣

    While the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it 
cousin the moon rises and the glass lamp  with a bland
smile calls her My dear  dear sister.

    

    纣Ÿ֮벨Ƶأˣ߽ˡŸȥ
ιҲֱˡ

    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.

    
    ҵİѾˣһֻں̲ϵСB


    My day is done and I am like a boat drawn on the beach 
listeningtothe dance-music of the tide in the evening.



    ǵ츳ģΩ׳ܵõ

    Life is given to us  we earn it by giving it.

    

    ǴΪǫʱ򣬱ӽΰʱ

    We come nearest to the great when we are great in humili
ty.

    

    ȸȸβǡ

    The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its 
tail.

    

    Ҫɲǡ֮š

    Never be afraid of the momentsthus sings the voice of the 
everlasting.

    

    ·֮Ѱ֮·ͻȻڡ޺֮֮
׷

    The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road and 
suddenlyendsits search in the Nowhere.

    

    ԼıУҵľưɣѡ

    һڱ˵ıƵĭҪʧˡ

    Take my wine in my own cup friend.It loses its wreath 
of foam when poured into that of others.

    

    ȫΪ˶ԡȫİԼװε

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

    

    ˵ҽ˺㣬Գͷ㡣

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

    

    ллǲҪִƵˣǼ̵վ
ڰء

    Thank the flame for its light  but do not forget the
lampholderstanding in the shade with constancy of patience.

    

    Сѽ㲽Сӵµء

    Tiny grass your steps are small  but you possess the 
earth underyour tread.

    

    ׻ٿˣеװѽ벻Ҫήлˡ

    The infant flower opens its bud and cries  Dear World  
please do notfade.

    

    Щ۹еȴЩССĻ䡣

    God grows weary of great kingdoms  but never of little 
flowers.

    

    󾭲ʧܣȴʧܡ

    Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.

    

    ٲ質ȻֻҪˮ㹻ˣȴܿظ
ҵȫˮ

    I give my whole water in joy sings the waterfall though 

 little of

    it is enough for the thirsty.

    

    ЩȥһֹĿ񻶴ϲľ
ԴȪأ

    Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a 
ceaselessoutbreak of ecstasy

    

    ˷ĸͷҪ

    

    The woodcutters axe begged for its handle from the tree.

    The tree gave it.

    

    ѶĻƻ裬Ļ꣬ҵĵĹ¼о
̾Ϣ

    In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed 
evening veiled with mist and rain.

    

    ǴӷḻİĲƸ

    Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.

    

    һɽϷıá

    The mist like love plays upon the heart of the hills 
and bring out

    surprises of beauty.

    

    ǰ翴ˣ˵ƭǡ

    We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

    

    ʫˡ쭷磬ɭ֣׷Լĸ

    The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek 
his own voice.

    

    ÿһӳʱϢ˵˲δʧ

    Every child comes with the message that God is not yet
discouragedof man.

    

    ̲ϵİ¡

    ľյļį

    The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.

    The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.

    

    ˶Լ̷

    Man barricades against himself.

    

    ҵѣƮҵǺˮĵ

    ھŵ֮䡣

    Your voice my friend wanders in my heart like the 
muffled sound

    of the sea among these listening pines.

    

    ɼĺڰ֮棬ԷΪ𻨵ģʲôأ

    What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the 
stars 

    

    ʹĻ֮ѤãҶ֮

    Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like 
autumn leaves.

    

    ˵ģţǰˣĿųš

    He who wants to do good knocks at the gate he who loves 
finds the gate open.

    

    ʱڶͶΪһʱһΪڶࡣ

    ˵ʱڽ̱㽫϶Ϊһ

    In death the many becomes one  in life the one becomes 
many.Religion will be one when God is dead.

    

    ȻˣȻūҲȻˡ

    The artist is the lover of Nature  therefore he is her 
slave and hermaster.

    

    жԶأʵѽ

    Ҳأѽ

    How far are you from me  O Fruit

    I am hidden in your heart  O Flower.

    

    ΪǸںҹоõڴȴ
ˡ

    This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark  but 
not seenin the day.

    

    ¶Ժˮ˵ںҶĴ¶飬ںҶ
ĽС¶顣

    You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf I am 
the smaller one on its upper side  said the dewdrop to the
lake.

    

    ʱķԼĳٶۡ

    The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the 
keenness of the sword.

    

    ںڰУһһ壻ڹУһڶࡣ

    ھŵ֮䡣

    In darkness the One appears as uniform in the light the 
One appearsas manifold.

    

    ؽ̲ݣԳԼںÿ͡

    The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of 
the grass 

    

    ҶļתĸתȦ
Ϸ֮컺ת

    The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of 
the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.

    

    Ȩƶ˵ҵġ

    Ȩı档

    ˵ġ

    谮ɡ

    Power said to the world  You are mine.The world kept it 
prisoner on her throne.Love said to the world  I am thine.The 
world gave it the freedom of her house.




    Ũ·ǴصԸ

    ̫̫ԭġ

    The mist is like the earths desire.It hides the sun for 
whom she cries.

    ЩɣҵģЩѽ

    Be still my heart  these great trees are prayers.

    

    ˲̵Ц֡

    The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.

    

    ˸밮ĴϵʱԼЩ
ʱ֮ұо뿪ˡ

    I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life 
and love and death and are forgotten  and I feel the freedom
of passing away.

    

    »ɴ

    ɴȺҹжȥ

    The sadness of my soul is her brides veil.It waits to be 
lifted in the night.

    

    ֮ӡǸǮԼֵʹܹı


    Deaths stamp gives value to the coin of life  making 
it possibleto buy with life what is truly precious.

    

    ǫѷվ֮һ硣

    ϼʡ

    The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.The morning 
crowned it with splendour.

    

    ܵ裬ȴĻ

    The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.

    

    ֻ߹ȥضŲ˻棬Ϊһ·ϻԻ
ŵġ

    Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them but walk 
onfor flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

    

    ǵµ֦

    ֦ǿеĸ

    Roots are the branches down in the earth.Branches are roots 
in the air.

    

    ԶԶȥ˵֣֮䣬Ѱľݡ

    The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn 
seeking

    its former nest.

    

    ҪԼĴͳѫѣġ

    Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your 
own pocket.

    

    ӵĸдԵҵϣɫ̦޺Ե


    The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like

mosses round the old tree.

    

    Цԭ֤ԭ

    The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

    

    ˿˵õرʱϵȴˡ

    God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special 
favour.

    

    ͶԼӰҵ·ϣΪһյûȼ
ơ

    I cast my own shadow upon my path  because I have a lamp 
that has notbeen lighted.

    

    ߽ȺȥΪҪûԼĳĬĺš

    Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour 
of silence


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