Birds
1
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
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.
2
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
o trouble of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my w
orders.
3
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
4
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile youthful.
it is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
5
The desert without [〔yin〕] is burning for the love of a blade of grass, who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
the mighty despair is burning for the love of a blade of grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
6
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
if you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
7
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry
the burden of lameness?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
8
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
her wish face hurts my dreams like the rain at night.
9
Once, we dreamt that we were strangers.
we wake up to know that we were dear to each other.
Once we dream that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dead to each other.
1
Sorrow is calm in my heart, just like dusk falls in the silent forest.
sorry is hurried into peace in my heart like the eventing among
the silent trees.
11
Some invisible hands, such as the lazy ones, are playing the music of
(chan3 yuan2) in my heart.
some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart
the music of the ripples.
12
"What is your language, sea water?"
"it's an eternal question."
"What is your answer, sky?"
"it's eternal silence."
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
the language of eternal silence.
13
Listen quietly, my heart, to the whispers of the world, which is its expression of love for you.
listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes
love to you.
14
The mystery created is like the darkness at night-it is great. But the illusion of knowledge is just like the fog in the morning.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great.
Deluxes of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
15
Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high.
do not sit your love upon a precipice because it is high.
16
I sit at my window this morning, where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes
.
I sit at my window this morning where the world is like a passenger-by st
ops
for a moment, nodes to me and goes.
17
These thoughts are the (su4 su4) sounds of leaves; They whisper joyfully in my heart.
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They have their
whisper of joy in my mind.
18
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
what you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
19
God, my wishes are really stupid. They are shouting in your voice.
let me just listen.
my wishes are tools, they should cross my song, my master.
Let me but listen.
2
I can't choose the best one.
is the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best.
The best choices me.
21
Those who carry lights on their backs cast their shadows in front of them.
they throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on
their back.
22
My existence is a permanent magic to me, and this is life.
that I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
23
"We rustling leaves have voices to answer the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? "
"I'm just a flower."
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
but who are you so silent?
I am a mere flower.
24
Rest is related to work, just as jian3 is to the eyes.
rest beliefs to the work as the eyes to the eyes.
25
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the power of growth.
man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
26
God wants us to reward him for the flowers he gave us, not the sun or the land.
god expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun
the earth.
27
Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.
the light that plays, like a naked child, like the green leaves
happy knows not that man can lie.
28
Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in your mirror (chan3 yu2)
.
o beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flatness of thy mirror.
29
My heart beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes her inscription on it with tears:
"I love you."
My heartbeat beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon
It her signature in tears with the words, I love them.
3
"Moon, what are you waiting for?"
"Salute to the sun I will give way to."
Moon, for what do you wait?
to salute the sun for who I must make way.
31
The green trees have come to my window, as if they were the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
the trees come up to my window like the yearing voice of the dump
Earth.
32
God's own morning is novel in his own eyes.
his own mornings are new surprises to god.
33
Life gets assets from the world, and love makes it valuable.
life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth
by the claims of love.
34
The exhausted riverbed is not grateful for its past.
the dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
35
A bird wishes to be a cloud.
the cloud wishes to be a bird.
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it was a bird.
36
The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song."
the waterfall sing, I find my song, when I find my freedom.
37
I can't tell why my heart is so depressed silently.
it's for its little needs that it didn't ask for, didn't know or remember.
I can't tell why this heart languages is in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or women.
38
Woman, when you are doing housework, your hands and feet are singing, just as a mountain stream is singing through a small stone.
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sin