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I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things.

My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.

O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!

I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.

Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.

Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.

O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!

I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.

In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!

O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!

I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!

我心神不寧。我渴望遙遠的事物。

我的靈魂在渴望中走出，要去摸觸模糊的遠方的邊緣。

哦，“偉大的來生”，哦，你笛聲高亢的呼喚！

我忘卻了，我曾經忘卻了，我沒有高飛的翅膀，我永遠被系在這點上了。

我渴望而又清醒，我是個異鄉的異客。

你的氣息向我低訴出一個不可能的希望。

我的心懂得你的語言，就像它懂得自己的語言一樣。

哦，遙遠的追尋，哦，你笛聲熱切的呼喚！

我忘卻了，我曾經忘卻了，我不認得路，我也沒有帶翼的馬。

我心神不寧，我是自己心中的流浪者。

在疲憊時光的日靄中，你廣大的幻象在蔚藍的天空中呈現！

哦，最遠的盡頭，哦，你笛聲熱切的呼喚！

我忘卻了，我的確忘卻了，在我獨居的房子里，所有的門窗都是緊閉的！