There are numerous strings in your lute

There are numerous strings in your lute,

let me add my own among them.

Then when you smite your chords,

my heart will break its silence,

and my life will be one with your song.

Amidst your numberless stars

let me place my own little lamp.

In the dance of your festival lights

my heart will throb and my life

will be one with your smile.