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在这困倦的夜里，让我帖服地把自己交给睡眠，把信赖托付给你。
让我不去勉强我的萎靡的精神，来准备一个对你敷衍的礼拜。
是你拉上夜幕盖上白日的倦眼，使这眼神在醒觉的清新喜悦中，更新了起来。
In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without struggle, resting my trust upon thee.
Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship.
It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired eyes of the day to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.
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他来坐在我的身边，而我没有醒起。多么可恨的睡眠，唉，不幸的我呵!
他在静夜中来到;手里拿着琴，我的梦魂和他的音乐起了共鸣。
唉，为什么每夜就这样地虚度了?呵，他的气息接触了我的睡眠，为什么我总看不见他的面?
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?