In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart, and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.
你没听见他轻柔的脚步吗？他来了，来了，终于来了。
每时每刻，每日每夜，他总在走来，走来，不停地走来。
在不同的心情下，我唱过不少的歌，在这些音符里，我总在宣告：“他走来了，走来了，终于走来了。”
四月芬芳的晴日里，他穿过林间小路而来，来了，终于来了。
七月阴暗的雨夜中，他乘着隆隆的云车，前来，前来，不停地前来。
持续不断的愁闷中，是他的脚步踏在我的心上，是他双脚黄金般的接触，使我的快乐生辉。
46. Distant Time久远的日子
I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.
In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret.
I know not only why to-day my life is all astir, and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart.
It is as if the time were come to wind up my work, and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.
我不知道从多久以前，你总是走来迎接我。 你的太阳和星辰无法藏起你，让我看不到你。
多少清晨和傍晚，我都听见你的足音，你的使者曾走进我的心房，秘密地召唤我。
我不知道为什么，今天的我躁动不安，一阵狂喜掠过心头。
这就像结束工作的时间已到，我感觉到空气中有你降临时带来的淡淡馨香。
47. His Appearance他的出现
The night is nearly spent waiting for him in vain. I fear lest in the morning he suddenly come to my door when I have fallen asleep wearied out. Oh friends, leave the way open to him——forbid him not.
If the sounds of his steps does not wake me, do not try to rouse me, I pray. I wish not to be called from my sleep by the clamorous choir of birds, by the riot of wind at the festival of morning light. Let me sleep undisturbed even if my lord comes of a sudden to my door.
Ah, my sleep, precious sleep, which only waits for his touch to vanish. Ah, my closed eyes that would open their lids only to the light of his smile when he stands before me like a dream emerging from darkness of sleep.
Let him appear before my sight as the first of all lights and all forms. The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him.