Thank you, my heart :
you don't dawdle, you keep going
with no flattery or reward,
just from inborn diligence.

You get serventy credit s a minute.
Each of your systoles
shoves a little boat
to open sea
to sail around the world.

Thank you, my heart :
time after time
you pluck me, separate even in sleep,
out of the whole.

You make sure I don't dream my dreams
up to that final flight,
no wings required.

Thank you, my heart :
I woke up again
and even though it's Sunday,
the day of rest,
the usual preholiday rush
continues underneath my ribs.

感謝你，我的心：
你不怠惰；你持續往前
沒有讚賞或酬勞，
只是 與生俱來的勤奮。

你的記錄是每分鐘七十次。
每一次的收縮
推擠著 一葉舟
開啟 一片汪洋
航向 整個世界。

感謝你，我的心：
一次又一次
你將我從睡夢中喚醒
離開那無盡的深淵。

你確定我並沒有夢著我自己的夢
直至那最後的飛行
無需翅膀。

感謝你，我的心：
我又再次甦醒
即使今天是星期天，
— 休息的日子。
匆匆而過的例假日
在我的胸骨下持續前進。

~W.Szymborska