Upon my word, In this world music's
The greatest pleasure for my heart,
For each poor being finds its solace
Within the memories of one -
A-harking to the harper's cords,
Lots tears they dropped on their friend's corpse,
Reckoned they bygone times and ages
According to the rhythmic song
That they'd set down. Triumph of saintness
Be adduced by verses mine!
Proclaimed is sweetness of the sound
An offspring of the one who rules
Upon all mortals and my words!
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