死亡，你的仆人，来到我的门前。他渡过不可知的海洋到我家，来传达你的召令。

夜色沉黑，我心中畏惧——但是我要端起灯来，开起门来，鞠躬欢迎他。因为站在我门前的是你的使者。

我要含泪地合掌礼拜他。我要把我心中的财产，放在他脚前，来礼拜他。

他的使命完成了就要回去，在我的晨光中留下了阴影；在我萧条的家里，只剩下孤独的我，留作给你奉上的最后献礼。

Death，thy servant，is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and brought thy call to my home.

The night is dark and my heart is fearful‐yet I will take up the lamp，open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who stands at my door.

I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.

He will go back with his errand done，leaving a dark shadow on my morning；and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as my last offering to thee.