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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.

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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。