飞鸟集 311~315

３１１
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.

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。

３１２
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.

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。

３１３
God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket.

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。

３１４
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.

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。

３１５
Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.

让我真真实实地活着吧，我的上帝。这样，死对于我也就成了真实的了。