我今晨坐在窗前,世界如一個(gè)路人似的,停留了一會(huì),向我點(diǎn)點(diǎn)頭又走過(guò)
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.

這些微（風(fēng)思）,是樹(shù)葉的簌簌之聲呀；它們?cè)谖业男睦餁g悅地微語(yǔ)著.
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
whisper of joy in my mind.

你看不見(jiàn)你自己,你所看見(jiàn)的只是你的影子.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

神呀,我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀,它們雜在你的歌聲中喧叫著呢.
讓我只是靜聽(tīng)著吧.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.

我不能選擇那最好的.
是那最好的選擇我.
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.

那些把燈背在背上的人,把他們的影子投到了自己前面.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on
their back.

我的存在,對(duì)我是一個(gè)永久的神奇,這就是生活.
That I exist isa perpetual surprise which is life.

“我們蕭蕭的樹(shù)葉都有聲響回答那風(fēng)和雨.你是誰(shuí)呢,那樣的沉默著?”
“我不過(guò)是一朵花.”
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
but who are you so silent?"
I am a mere flower.

休息與工作的關(guān)系,正如眼瞼與眼睛的關(guān)系.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.

人是一個(gè)初生的孩子,他的力量,就是生長(zhǎng)的力量.
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.

神希望我們酬答他,在于他送給我們的花朵,而不在于太陽(yáng)和土地.
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun
the earth.
你可到生命禪院網(wǎng)“禪院草豐富內(nèi)涵區(qū)”有很多這樣優(yōu)美的短文.