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万籁俱寂的夜里，他来了，手持竖琴。
He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me!
He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
他来了，就坐在我身边，我却没有醒来。多可恨的睡眠，唉，不幸的我啊！
万籁俱寂的夜里，他来了，手持竖琴，我的梦魂和他悦耳的旋律起了和鸣。
唉，为什么我夜夜就这样虚度？啊，他的气息触及我的睡眠，为何我还一直错过他？