The tree has entered my hands,
树长进我的手心，

The sap has ascended my arms,
树叶升上我的手臂，

The tree has grown in my breast-
树在我的前胸

Downward,
朝下长，

The branches grow out of me, like arms.
树枝象手臂从我身上长出。

Tree you are,
你是树，

Moss you are,
你是青苔，

You are violets with wind above them.
你是轻风吹拂的紫罗兰，

A child - so high - you are,
你是个孩子——这么高，

And all this is folly to the world.
这一切，世人都看作愚行。