You gave me only voice, yet asked for more, and I sing.
You made your winds light and they are fleet in their service. You burdened my hands that I myself may lighten them, and at last, gain unburdened freedom for your service.
You created your Earth filling its shadows with fragments of light.
There you paused; you left me empty-handed in the dust to create your heaven.
To all things else you give; from me you ask.
The harvest of my life ripens1 in the sun and the shower till I reap more than you sowed, gladdening your heart, O Master of the golden granary.
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v.成熟,使熟( ripen的第三人称单数 ) | |
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