First words

In my voice there sings

- and how it sings! -

the long-murmuring soul

of the streams and woods!

Oh limpid air of paradise,

with your clusters of rubies,

your sheaves of light,

your roses and your fruits,

what a miracle is happening in us at this moment!

Words that for eons were sleeping

are now at last coming to life

in sounds, in flowers on my lips.

Now that my breath has uttered their song,

now that my voice has created them,

what a deep blissful silence

is born from their lightened souls!