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 the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.
当你命令我歌唱的时候,我的心似乎要因着骄傲而炸裂;
我仰望着你的脸,眼泪涌上我的眶里。
我生命中一切的凝涩与矛盾融化成一片甜柔的谐音——
我的赞颂像一只欢乐的鸟,振翼飞越海洋。
我知道你喜欢我的歌唱。
我知道只因为我是一个歌者,才能走到你的面前。
我用我的歌曲的远伸的翅梢,触到了你的双脚,
那是我从来不敢想望触到的。
在歌唱中陶醉,我忘了自己,
你本是我的主人,我却称你为朋友。