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你的语言简单明了，我的主上啊，那些谈论你的人却并非如此。
我懂得你星星的声音，也懂得你树木的沉寂。
我知道，我的心会绽放如花；我知道，从潜藏的泉流中汲得清水，我的生命已经满溢。
就像来自寂寞雪原的鸟儿，你的歌飞向我心，打算借它四月的暖意筑巢安居，而我安心等待，等着欢乐季节的来临。
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.