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Deity of the ruined temple! The broken strings of Vina sing no more your praise.
破廟里的神呵！七弦琴的斷線不再彈唱贊美你的詩歌。
The bells in the evening proclaim not your time of worship.
晚鐘也不再宣告禮拜你的時間。
The air is still and silent about you.
你周圍的空氣是寂靜的。
In your desolate dwelling comes the vagrant spring breeze.
流蕩的春風來到你荒涼的居所。
It brings the tidings of flowers---the flowers that for your worship are offered no more.
它帶來了香花的消失－－就是那素來供養你的香花，現在卻無人來呈獻了。
Your worshipper of old wanders ever longing for favour still refused.
你的禮拜者，那些漂泊的慣旅，永遠在企望那還未得到的恩典。
In the eventide, when fires and shadows mingle with the gloom of dust, he wearily comes back to the ruined temple with hunger in his heart.
黃昏來到，燈光明滅于塵影之中，他困乏地帶著饑餓的心回到這破廟里來。
Many a festival day comes to you in silence, deity of the ruined temple.
多佳節都在靜默中來到，破廟的神呵。
Many a night of worship goes away with lamp unlit.
許許多禮拜之夜，也在無火無燈中度過了。
Many new images are built by masters of cunning art and carried to the holy stream of oblivion when their time is come.
精巧的藝術家，造了許多新的神像，當他們的末日來到了，便被拋入遺忘的圣河里。
Only the deity of the ruined temple remains unworshipped in deathless neglect.
只有破廟的神遺留在無人禮拜的，不死的冷淡之中。
