Thou hast made me endless

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.

This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again,

and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed

thou hast carried over hills and dales,

and hast breathed through it

melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands

my little heart loses its limits

in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me

only on these very small hands of mine.

Ages pass, and still thou pourest,

and still there is room to fill.