And beating in my heart!
O pure rapture!
Sweet melodies surging
And wafting about me.
O delight in nature…
See how the nightingales
Sing Aubade to the night.
O let me become a blossoming spring
Bright as the heavenly aureoles.
A dazzling spark of the Divine
You bear within awaiting your call.
A gold-gilt sun brighter than all
The stars is hid within you.
Magnificently adorned with festoons of light from time immemorial, you were supposed to be lords on this Earth. How darkened and dim your spirits now appear, which aeons ago were as translucent as billions of diamonds put together…