Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.　　

Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.　　

Lay your shadow on the sundials　　

Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,　　

and let loose the wind in the fields.　　

and on the meadows let the wind go free.　　

Bid the last fruits to be full;　　

Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;　　

give them another two more southerly days,　　

grant them a few more warm transparent days,　　

press them to ripeness, and chase　　

urge them on to fulfillment then, and press　　

the last sweetness into the heavy wine.　　

the final sweetness into the heavy wine.　　

Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.　　

Whoever has no house now, will never have one.　　

Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time,　　

Whoever is alone will stay alone,　　

will stay up, read, write long letters,　　

will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,　　

and wander the avenues, up and down,　　

and wander the boulevards, up and down,　　

restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.

restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.