WHEN MY HEART did not kiss thee in love, 0 world, thy light missed its full splendour and thy sky watched through the long night with its lighted lamp.
My heart came with her songs to thy side, whispers were exchange' and she put her wreath on thy neck.
I know she has given thee something which will be treasured with thy stars.

MY WISHES are fools, they shout across thy songs, my Master.
Let me but listen.

WITH HIS morning songs he knocks at our door bringing his greetings of sunrise.
With him we take our cattle to the fields and play our flute in the shade.
We lose him to find him again and again in the market crowd.
In the busy hour of the day we come upon him of a sudden, sitting on the wayside grass.
We march when he beats his drum,
We dance when he sings.
We stake our joys and sorrows to play his game to the end
He stands at the helm of our boat,
With him we rock on the perilous waves.
For him we light our lamp and wait when our day is done.