《飞鸟集》三〇七

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.

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。