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我心緒不寧。我渴望著遙遠的事物。

我的靈魂在極想中走出，要去摸觸幽暗的遠處的邊緣。

啊，“偉大的來生”，啊，你笛聲的高亢的呼喚！

我忘卻了，我總是忘卻了，我沒有奮飛的翅翼，我永遠在這地點系住。

我切望而又清醒，我是一個異鄉的異客。

你的氣息向我低語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。

啊，“遙遠的尋求”，啊，你笛聲的高亢的呼喚！

我忘卻了，我總是忘卻了，我不認得路，我也沒有生翼的馬。

我心緒不寧，我是自己心中的流浪者。

在疲倦時光的日靄中，你廣大的幻象在天空的蔚藍中顯現！

啊，“最遠的盡頭”，啊，你笛聲的高亢的呼喚！

我忘卻了，我總是忘卻了，在我獨居的房子里，所有的門戶都是緊閉的！

I am restless. I am athirst for far-away 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!