有声连载：《飞鸟集》(2)

有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微风似的，正在我的心上奏着潺湲的乐声。

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

"海水呀，你说的是什么？"

"是永恒的疑问。"

"天空呀，你回答的话是什么？"

"是永恒的沉默。"

What language is thine, O sea?

The language of eternal question.

What language is thy answer, O sky?

The language of eternal silence.

静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗--是伟大的。

而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night－it is great.

Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。

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