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　　你已经使我永生，这样做是你的欢乐。这脆薄的杯儿，你不断的把它倒空，又不断的以新生命来充满。

　　这小小的苇笛，你携带着它逾山越谷，从笛管里吹出永新的音乐。

　　在你双手的不朽的按抚下，我的小小的心，消融在无边快乐之中，发出不可言说的词调。

　　你的无穷的赐予只倾入我小小的手里。时代过去了，你还在倾注，而我的手里还有余量待充满。

　　Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

　　This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

　　At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

　　Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

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　　当你命令我歌唱的时候，我的心似乎要因着骄傲而炸裂;我仰望着你的脸，眼泪涌上我的眶里。

　　我生命中一切的凝涩与矛盾融化成一片甜柔的谐音——我的赞颂像一只欢乐的鸟，振翼飞越海洋。

　　我知道你欢喜我的歌唱。我知道只因为我是个歌者，才能走到你的面前。

　　我用我的歌曲的远伸的翅梢，触到了你的双脚，那是我从来不敢想望触到的。

　　在歌唱中陶醉，我忘了自己，你本是我的主人，我却称你为朋友。

　　When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.

　　All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony---and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.