Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure. 
The heaven's river has drowned its banks 
and the flood of joy is abroad.

I know not how thou singest, my master! 
I ever listen in silent amazement.

The light of thy music illumines the world. 
The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. 
The holy stream of thy music breaks 
through all stony obstacles and rushes on.

My heart longs to join in thy song, 
but vainly struggles for a voice. 
I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, 
and I cry out baffled. 
Ah, thou hast made my heart captive 
in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!