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　　你已經使我永生，這樣做是你的歡樂。這脆薄的杯兒，你不斷的把它倒空，又不斷的以新生命來充滿。

　　這小小的葦笛，你攜帶著它逾山越谷，從笛管里吹出永新的音樂。

　　在你雙手的不朽的按撫下，我的小小的心，消融在無邊快樂之中，發出不可言說的詞調。

　　你的無窮的賜予只傾入我小小的手里。時代過去了，你還在傾注，而我的手里還有余量待充滿。

　　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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　　當你命令我歌唱的時候，我的心似乎要因著驕傲而炸裂;我仰望著你的臉，眼淚涌上我的眶里。

　　我生命中一切的凝澀與矛盾融化成一片甜柔的諧音——我的贊頌像一只歡樂的鳥，振翼飛越海洋。

　　我知道你歡喜我的歌唱。我知道只因為我是個歌者，才能走到你的面前。

　　我用我的歌曲的遠伸的翅梢，觸到了你的雙腳，那是我從來不敢想望觸到的。

　　在歌唱中陶醉，我忘了自己，你本是我的主人，我卻稱你為朋友。

　　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.