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

主啊，是时候了。夏日如此之长。

Lay your shadow on the sundials now,　　

把你的影子卧在日规上吧，

and through the meadow let the winds throng.　　

再在田野上放开风的马缰。

Ask the last fruits to ripen on the vine;　　

命令那最后的水果更加饱满；

give them further two more summer days　　

再给它们加两天南方的温暖，

to bring about perfection and to raise　　

好把它们催向完成，再往那

the final sweetness in the heavy wine.　　

浓冽的酒浆里压进最后的甜。

Whoever has no house now will establish none,　　

今日无房者，不再为自己造房，

whoever lives alone now will live on long alone,　　

今日孤独者，将长期会这样，

will waken, read, and write long letters,　　

将会长醒，长读，写长长的信，

wander up and down the barren paths　　

将会随着飘荡的落叶之群

the parks expose when the leaves are blown.

在林荫道上彷徨，彷徨，彷徨……