３０１ 您的阳光对着我的心头的冬天微笑，从来不怀疑它的春天的花朵。
Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting
of its spring flowers.
３０２ 神在他的爱里吻着“有涯”，而人却吻着“无涯”。
God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.
303 您越过不毛之年的沙漠而到达了圆满的时刻。
Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.
３０４ 神的静默使人的思想成熟而为语言。
God's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.
３０５ “永恒的旅客”呀，你可以在我的歌众找到你的足迹。
Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
306 让我不至羞辱您吧，父亲，您在您的孩子们身上显出您的光荣。
Let me not shame thee, Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.
３０７ 这一天是不快活的。光在蹙额的云下，如一个被责打的儿童，灰白的脸上留着泪痕；风又号叫着，似一个受伤的世界的哭声。但是我知道，我正跋涉着去会我的朋友。
Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend.
３０８ 今天晚上棕榈叶在嚓嚓地作响，海上有大浪。满月呵，就象世界在心脉悸跳。从什么不可知的天空，您在您的沉默里带来了爱的痛苦的秘密？
Tonight there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea,
Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world. From what unknown sky has
thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?
３０９ 我梦见一颗星，一个光明岛屿，我将在那里出生。在它快速的闲暇深处，我的生命将成熟它的事业，象阳光下的稻田。
I dream of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in the depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the rice-field in the autumn sun.
３１０ 雨中的湿土的气息，就响从渺小的无声的群众那里来的一阵巨大的赞美歌声。
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
３１１ 说爱情会失去的那句话，乃是我们不能够当作真理来接受的一个事实。
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
３１２ 我们将有一天会明白，死永远不能够夺去我们的灵魂所获得的东西。因为她所获得的，和她自己是一体。
We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained, for her gains are one with herself.
３１３ 神在我的黄昏的微光中，带着花到我这里来。这些花都是我过去的，在他的花篮中还保存得很新鲜。
God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket.
３１４ 主呀，当我的生之琴弦都已调得谐和时，你的手的一弹一奏，都可以发出爱的乐声来。
When all the strings of my life will be tuned, my Master, then at every touch of thine will come out the music of love.
３１５ 让我真实地活着吧，我的神。这样，死对于我也就成了真实的了。
Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.
316 人类的历史在很忍耐地等待着被侮辱者的胜利。
Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.
３１７ 我这一刻感到你的眼光正落在我的心上，像晨光中的沉默落在已收获的孤寂的田野上一样。
I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.
318 在这喧哗的波涛起伏的海中，我渴望着咏歌之鸟。
I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.
３１９ 夜的序曲是开始于夕阳西下的音乐，开始于它对难以形容的黑暗所作的庄 严的赞歌。
The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
３２０ 我攀登上高峰，发现在名誉的荒芜不毛的高处，简直找不到一个遮身之地。
我的引导者呵，领导着我在光明逝去之前，进到沉静的山谷里去吧。在那里，一生的收获将会成熟为黄金的智慧。
I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
３２１ 在这个黄昏的朦胧里，好些东西看来都仿佛是幻象一般 -- 尖塔
的底层在黑暗里消失了，树顶象是墨水的模糊的斑点似的。我将等待着黎明，而当我醒来的时候，就会看到在光明里的您的城市。
Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk -- the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
３２２ 我曾经受苦过，曾经失望过，曾经体会过“死亡”，于是我以我在这伟大的世界里为乐。
I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
３２３ 在我的一生里，也有贫乏和沉默的地域；它们是我忙碌的日子得到日光与空气的几片空旷之地。
There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.
３２４ 我的未完成的过去，从后边缠绕到我身上，使我难于死去。请从它那里释放了我吧。
Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult.
３２５ “我相信你的爱。”让这句话做我的最后的话。
Let this be my last word, that I trust thy love.
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