我如此祈祷：“淬灭，哦上帝，
我渐浓的对唱歌的渴望！”
对于这个世上的世俗人
没有任何自由的机会。
像祭坛上的烟雾
不能逃升到天父著名的宝座---
只有在脚边漂浮，
敬虔地吻着绿草---
我也这样吻着你的土地，哦上帝！
永远触不到天堂之火吗
我的眼睫毛，紧闭着，
这奇怪的沉默，要羡慕吗？
I was so praying: “Quench, Oh Lord,
My deepened thirst of the song-singing!”
But for the worldly in the world
There’s no a chance of any freeing.
Like altar’s smoke that couldn’t flee
Up to the famous throne Father’s –
But only floats by the feet,
Kissing worshipfully the grasses, –
Such I kiss grounds yours, Oh God!
Will ever touch the Heavens’ fire
The lashes of my eyes, strong-closed,
And this strange dumbness, to admire?
