试译《飞鸟集》116-118

１１６

The earth hums to me today in the sun, like a woman at her spinning, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.

大地作私语，幽声触韵律。

轻拂我耳畔，沐浴阳光里。

好似纺织女，札扎弄机杼。

低吟古老歌，浅唱无名曲。

１１７

The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.

青青一叶草，郁郁生天际。

不枉此身行，质香漫尘世。

１１８

Dream is a wife who must talk. Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.

絮絮梦千语，叨叨妻万言。

幽幽夜不寐，默默夫难堪。