“海水呀， 你說的是什麼？” “是永恆的疑問。” “天空呀， 你回答的話是什麼？” “是永恆的沉默。” What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence. 13 靜靜地聽，我的心呀，聽那世界的低語，這是它對你求愛的表示呀。 Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. 14 創造的神秘，有如夜間的黑暗－－是偉大的。而知識的Phantom卻不過如晨間之霧。 The mystery of creation is likethe darknessof night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 15 不要因為峭壁是高的，便讓你的愛情坐在峭壁上。 Do not seatyour loveupon a precipice because it is high. 16 我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一個路人似的，停留了一會，向我點點頭又走過去了。 I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
“海水呀， 你說的是什麼？” “是永恆的疑問。” “天空呀， 你回答的話是什麼？” “是永恆的沉默。” What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence. 13 靜靜地聽，我的心呀，聽那世界的低語，這是它對你求愛的表示呀。 Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. 14 創造的神秘，有如夜間的黑暗－－是偉大的。而知識的Phantom卻不過如晨間之霧。 The mystery of creation is likethe darknessof night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 15 不要因為峭壁是高的，便讓你的愛情坐在峭壁上。 Do not seatyour loveupon a precipice because it is high. 16 我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一個路人似的，停留了一會，向我點點頭又走過去了。 I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.