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。
