Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.　　

Lord, it is time. The summer was too long.　　

Lay your shadow on the sundials　　

Lay your shadow on the sundials now,　　

and let loose the wind in the fields.　　

and through the meadow let the winds throng.　　

Bid the last fruits to be full;　　

Ask the last fruits to ripen on the vine;　　

give them another two more southerly days,　　

give them further two more summer days　　

press them to ripeness, and chase　　

to bring about perfection and to raise　　

the last sweetness into the heavy wine.　　

the final sweetness in the heavy wine.　　

Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.　　

Whoever has no house now will establish none,　　

Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time,　　

whoever lives alone now will live on long alone,　　

will stay up, read, write long letters,　　

will waken, read, and write long letters,　　

and wander the avenues, up and down,　　

wander up and down the barren paths　　

restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.

the parks expose when the leaves are blown.