Your speech is simple, my Master, but not theirs who talk of you.

I understand the voice of your stars and the silence of your trees.

I know that my heart would open like a flower; that my life has filled itself at a hidden fountain.

Your songs, like birds from the lonely land of snow, are winging to build their nests in my heart against the warmth of its April, and I am content to wait for the merry season.

你的话是简单的，我主，但是那些谈论你的人却不是这样。

我懂得你群星的语言，我理解你树林的沉寂。

我知道，我的心会像花儿一般开放；我知道，我的生活里有一眼伏泉使它得到充实。

你的歌如同寂寞雪原的鸟儿，正盼着温暖的四月飞来在我的心头筑巢，我也甘愿等待那欢乐季节的到来。