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

Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.　　

Lay your shadow on the sundials now,　　

Lay your shadow on the sundials　　

and through the meadow let the winds throng.　　

and let loose the wind in the fields.　　

Ask the last fruits to ripen on the vine;　　

Bid the last fruits to be full;　　

give them further two more summer days　　

give them another two more southerly days,　　

to bring about perfection and to raise　　

press them to ripeness, and chase　　

the final sweetness in the heavy wine.　　

the last sweetness into the heavy wine.　　

Whoever has no house now will establish none,　　

Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.　　

whoever lives alone now will live on long alone,　　

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

will waken, read, and write long letters,　　

will stay up, read, write long letters,　　

wander up and down the barren paths　　

and wander the avenues, up and down,　　

the parks expose when the leaves are blown.

restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.