我像麝鹿一样在林荫中奔走，为着自己的香气而发狂。

　　夜晚是五月正中的夜晚，清风是南国的清风。

　　我迷了路，我游荡着，我寻求那得不到的东西，我得到我所没有寻求的东西。

　　我自己的愿望的形象从我心中走出，跳起舞来。

　　我闪光的形象飞掠过去。

　　我想把它紧紧捉住，它躲开了又引着我飞走下去。

　　我寻求那得不到的东西，我得到我所没有寻求的东西。




I run as a musk-deer runs in the shadow of the forest mad with his own perfume.
The night is the night of mid-May, the breeze is the breeze of the south.
I lose my way and I wander, I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.

From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire.
The gleaming vision flits on.
I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray.
I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.