七 跳着舞的流水呀,你在途中的泥沙,要求你的歌声,你的流动呢。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而向前奔流么? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
一二 “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."
一四 创造的神秘,有如夜间的黑暗——它是伟大的。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.