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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!

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我心绪不宁。我渴望着遥远的事物。

我的灵魂在极想中走出，

要去摸触幽暗的远处的边缘。

啊，“伟大的来生”，

啊，你笛声的高亢的呼唤！

我忘却了，我总是忘却了，

我没有奋飞的翅翼，我永远在这地点系住。

我切望而又清醒，我是一个异乡的异客。

你的气息向我低语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。

啊，“遥远的寻求”，

啊，你笛声的高亢的呼唤！

我忘却了，我总是忘却了，

我不认得路，我也没有生翼的马。

我心绪不宁，我是自己心中的流浪者。

在疲倦时光的日霭中，你广大的幻像在天空的蔚蓝中显现！

啊，“最远的尽头”，

啊，你笛声的高亢的呼唤！

我忘却了，我总是忘却了，

在我独居的房子里，所有的门户都是紧闭的！