Waltz

Of this day's glorious feast and revel

The pleasure and delight are difficult to describe.

Plucking the lute they sent forth lingering sounds,

The new melodies in beauty reached the divine.

Skilful singers intoned the high words,

Those who knew the tune heard the trueness of their singing.

We sat there each with the same desire

And like thoughts by each unexpressed:

"Man in the world lodging for a single life-time

Passes suddenly like dust borne on the wind.

Then let us hurry out with high steps

And be the first to reach the highways and fords:

Rather than stay at home wretched and poor

For long years plunged in sordid grief."