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I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
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。
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
這些微（風思），是樹葉的簌簌之聲呀；它們在我的心里歡悅地微語著。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
你看不見你自己，你所看見的只是你的影子。
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.Let me but listen.
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。讓我只是靜聽著吧。
I cannot choose the best.The best chooses me.
我不能選擇那最好的。是那最好的選擇我。
