Viola d'amour

Fair queen of the fiddles

who borrowed the name of love,

Love plays you. Tenderly and strangely,

out of dreams and silence, it lures and releases

sweet melodies.

Love's fiddle, rich in everything beautiful,

rich in deepest magic,

atoning for pain and wounds,

you speak with silver tones

to soften hearts.

And I hear your song singing,

like a breath, like a sigh now,

it buzzes, and the breezes resound

softly under its wings,

Viola d'amore!