এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
১৩
I am here to sing the songs. In this hall
of thine I have a corner seat. In thy world I
have no work to do, my useless life can only
break out in tunes devoid of purpose.
When the hour strikes for thy silent worship at the dark
temple of midnight, command me my king,
to stand before thee to sing. When in the morning
air the golden harp is tuned, honour me,
my lord, by asking for my presence.
14
