Sing for me, beloved mine low and sweet
With your caring voice, I, Happiness do meet,
Tender like a nightingale's voice, your do comes the same
Mine unhappy heart, rejoice..........I can do claim.
Like a flow of small stream, flowing waters soft
Like a cool breeze, your voice, cuckoo's borrowed,
One day I will cry, to listen to you, and your voice
The soft music to my ear, close, which I truly choice.
I can relax, rest and stay in peace, O beloved dear
The melody that is yours, when touches me and when I hear.
The songs that your voice lends, like a wave that touches the shore,
Wets, the dry sand of my heart, when your melodies do pour.
Speak to me, O beloved dear, low and sweet
Your charming voice, makes me happy, joys I do meet.
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