That you drew my  attention to that golden glow
with which your heavenly light suffuses me;
that  up to your heavenly light
I may lift my humble human gaze
Indulging in it;
that you an immortal soul
who dares to imagine you, Goddess and into my pulsing heart
kind-hearted, you gave me the pain as a useful warning
and ecstasy to entice envious thieves;
To enable me to express my thoughts,
and sound my innermost feelings
You gave me a harp...
Laurel crowns and easy success,
[you gave] to your prouder sons,
[but] you gave me a harp;
To the mind drunk with talent
On the wings of enthusiasm
life seems to be more beautiful,
That  through the looking-glass of poetry
The cloudy truth is much clearer
Much brighter to see:
Therefore, great Goddess,
Until the Fates come to get me,
my heart beats for you
like an innocent child's heart,
and the flames of my gratitude will glow up to you,
May from the golden harp
Recurringly flow your praise,
Mighty creator-goddess,
May this creative mind
Nestle to your motherly heart
in pure embrace,
Until death do us part.