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.