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 presence.

I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.

Drunk with joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art

my Lord