Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.　　

Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.　　

Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,　　

Lay your shadow on the sundials　　

and on the meadows let the wind go free.　　

and let loose the wind in the fields.　　

Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;　　

Bid the last fruits to be full;　　

grant them a few more warm transparent days,　　

give them another two more southerly days,　　

urge them on to fulfillment then, and press　　

press them to ripeness, and chase　　

the final sweetness into the heavy wine.　　

the last sweetness into the heavy wine.　　

Whoever has no house now, will never have one.　　

Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.　　

Whoever is alone will stay alone,　　

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

will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,　　

will stay up, read, write long letters,　　

and wander the boulevards, up and down,　　

and wander the avenues, up and down,　　

restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.

restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.