把这一句，留给此刻的你
The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy holy feet visit our clime. Come o’er the eastern hills and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath. Scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
诸山彼此述说，诸谷听见。我们所有渴慕的眼睛都仰望你圣洁的脚，来访问我们的境界。越过东方的群山，让我们的风亲吻你芬芳的衣裳;让我们品尝你清晨和黄昏的气息。把你的珍珠撒在我们为你悲伤的相思之地。