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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!

我心神不宁。我渴望遥远的事物。

我的灵魂在渴望中走出，要去摸触模糊的远方的边缘。

哦，“伟大的来生”，哦，你笛声高亢的呼唤！

我忘却了，我曾经忘却了，我没有高飞的翅膀，我永远被系在这点上了。

我渴望而又清醒，我是个异乡的异客。

你的气息向我低诉出一个不可能的希望。

我的心懂得你的语言，就像它懂得自己的语言一样。

哦，遥远的追寻，哦，你笛声热切的呼唤！

我忘却了，我曾经忘却了，我不认得路，我也没有带翼的马。

我心神不宁，我是自己心中的流浪者。

在疲惫时光的日霭中，你广大的幻象在蔚蓝的天空中呈现！

哦，最远的尽头，哦，你笛声热切的呼唤！

我忘却了，我的确忘却了，在我独居的房子里，所有的门窗都是紧闭的！