[00:00.000] 作曲 : Leonard Bernstein
[00:17.361]With Amen on my lips, I approach your presence, Father.
[00:21.076]Not with fear,
[00:22.671]But with a certain respectful fury.
[00:26.000]Do You not recognize my voice?
[00:29.158]I am that part of Man You made
[00:30.752]To suggest his immortality.
[00:33.000]You surely remember, Father?—the part
[00:36.261]That refuses death, that insists on You,
[00:40.322]Divines Your voice, guesses Your grace.
[00:44.008]And always You have heard my voice,
[00:46.430]And always You have answered me
[00:48.321]With a rainbow, a raven, a plague, something.
[00:52.628]But now I see nothing. This time You show me
[00:56.000]Nothing at all.
[00:58.000]Are You listening, Father? You know who I am:
[01:05.000]Your image; that stubborn reflection of You
[01:08.000]That Man has shattered, extinguished, banished.
[01:11.900]And now he runs free—free to play
[01:15.000]With his new-found fire, avid for death,
[01:19.200]Voluptuous, complete and final death.
[01:25.847]Lord God of Hosts, I call You to account!
[01:28.774]You let this happen, Lord of Hosts!
[01:31.400]You with Your manna, Your pillar of fire!
[01:34.879]You ask for faith, where is Your own?
[01:38.900]Why have You taken away Your rainbow,
[01:41.400]That pretty bow You tied round Your finger
[01:44.000]To remind You never to forget Your promise?
[01:48.643]"For lo, I do set my bow in the cloud ...
[01:51.571]And I will look upon it, that I
[01:53.000]May remember my everlasting covenant ..."
[01:56.082]Your covenant! Your bargain with Man!
[01:59.010]Tin God! Your bargain is tin!
[02:02.000]It crumples in my hand!
[02:03.500]And where is faith now—Yours or mine?
[03:32.000]Amen, Amen, Amen ...
[05:26.515]Forgive me, Father. I was mad with fever.
[05:31.000]Have I hurt You? Forgive me,
[05:34.600]I forgot You too are vulnerable.
[05:37.882]But Yours was the first mistake, creating
[05:41.000]Man in Your own image, tender,
[05:44.600]Fallible. Dear God, how You must suffer,
[05:47.409]So far away, ruefully eyeing
[05:50.260]Your two-footed handiwork—frail, foolish,
[05:55.200]Mortal.

作曲 : Leonard Bernstein
With Amen on my lips, I approach your presence, Father.
Not with fear,
But with a certain respectful fury.
Do You not recognize my voice?
I am that part of Man You made
To suggest his immortality.
You surely remember, Father?—the part
That refuses death, that insists on You,
Divines Your voice, guesses Your grace.
And always You have heard my voice,
And always You have answered me
With a rainbow, a raven, a plague, something.
But now I see nothing. This time You show me
Nothing at all.
Are You listening, Father? You know who I am:
Your image; that stubborn reflection of You
That Man has shattered, extinguished, banished.
And now he runs free—free to play
With his new-found fire, avid for death,
Voluptuous, complete and final death.
Lord God of Hosts, I call You to account!
You let this happen, Lord of Hosts!
You with Your manna, Your pillar of fire!
You ask for faith, where is Your own?
Why have You taken away Your rainbow,
That pretty bow You tied round Your finger
To remind You never to forget Your promise?
"For lo, I do set my bow in the cloud ...
And I will look upon it, that I
May remember my everlasting covenant ..."
Your covenant! Your bargain with Man!
Tin God! Your bargain is tin!
It crumples in my hand!
And where is faith now—Yours or mine?
Amen, Amen, Amen ...
Forgive me, Father. I was mad with fever.
Have I hurt You? Forgive me,
I forgot You too are vulnerable.
But Yours was the first mistake, creating
Man in Your own image, tender,
Fallible. Dear God, how You must suffer,
So far away, ruefully eyeing
Your two-footed handiwork—frail, foolish,
Mortal.