এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride and I look to thy face and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony ― and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy pleasure. I touch by the edge never aspire to reach. ANd drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call the friend who art my lord.
