Dear prodigal you are my son and I 亲爱的浪子，你是我的儿子，我

Supplied you not your spirit, but your shape. 提供你不要你的精神，但你的形状。

All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes; 在你眼前所有的伊甸园的财富排列;

I fathomed not you wanted to escape. í揣摸不是你想逃走。

   

And though I only ever gave you love, 虽然我只给你的爱，

Like every child you've chosen to rebel. 就像每一个孩子，你已经选择了反抗。

Uprooted flow'rs and filled the holes with blood; 连根拔起flowrs和满腔热血的孔;

Ask not for whom they toll, the solemn bells. 不要问人，他们的收费，庄严的钟声。

   

A child of dust, to mother now return; 灰尘小时候，妈妈现在回报;

For every seed must die before it grows. 对于每一个种子它生长之前必须死。

And though above the world may toil and turn, 虽然世界上可辛劳，并打开，

No prying spades will find you here below. 没有撬铁锹将在这里找到你下面。

   

Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet 现在可以安全下他们的智慧和他们的脚

Here I will teach you truly how to sleep. 在这里，我会教你真正怎么睡。