WE TWO LAY sunk in the dusk of dreams; the time of awakening has come waiting for the last word from you. Turn your face to me and with a tear-dimmed glance make the sorrow of parting ever beautiful. The morning will appear with its early star on the far-distant sky of loneliness. The pain of this farewell night has been captured in my vina-strings, the lost glory of love will remain woven in my visions. Open with your own hands the door towards final separation.
FEAR NOT, FOR thou shalt conquer, thy doors will open, thy bonds break. Often thou losest thyself in sleep, and yet must find back thy world again and again. The call comes to thee from the earth and sky the call from among men, the call to sing of gladness and pain, of shame and fear. The leaves and the flowers, the waters that fall and flow, ask for thy notes to mingle with their own, the darkness and light to tremble in the rhythm of thy song.
