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你已使我綿延無盡，這樣做是你的快樂。這易碎的陶杯，你一次次倒空，又不斷充以新的生命。
這小小的蘆笛，你攜帶著它翻越山穀，用它吹奏常新的音樂。
在你雙手神聖的愛撫下，我小小的心迷失在無邊的喜悅中，發出難以言表的詞調。
你無窮的賜予隻注入我小小的手。時代過去了，你還在傾注，而我的手還有空處可供充滿。
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.