I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious! Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour, making me one with thy light, and thus I count months and years separated from thee.
If this be thy wish and if this be thy play, then take this fleeting emptiness of mine, paint it with colours, gild it with gold, float it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied wonders.
And again when it shall be thy wish to end this play at night, I shall melt and vanish away in the dark, or it may be in a smile of the white morning, in a coolness of purity transparent.
我像一片秋天的残云,无主地在空中飘荡,呵,我的永远光耀的太阳!你的摩触远没有蒸化了我的水气,使我与你的光明合一,因此我计算着和你分离的悠长的年月。
假如这是你的愿望,假如这是你的游戏,就请把我这流逝的空虚染上颜色,镀上金辉,让它在狂风中飘浮,舒卷成种种的奇观。
而且假如你愿意在夜晚结束了这场游戏,我就在黑暗中,或在烛白晨光的微笑中,在净化的清凉中,溶化消失。
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