That you drew my attention to that golden glow

That you drew my attention to that golden glow

with which your heavenly light suffuses me;

that up to your heavenly light I may lift my humble human gaze

Indulging in it;

that you an immortal soul who dares to imagine you, Goddess,

and into my pulsing heart,

kind-hearted, you gave me the pain as a useful warning

and ecstasy to entice envious thieves;

To enable me to express my thoughts, and sound my innermost feelings

You gave me a harp...

Laurel crowns and easy success, you gave to your prouder sons,

but you gave me a harp;

To the mind drunk with talent on the wings of enthusiasm

life seems to be more beautiful,

That through the looking-glass of poetry the cloudy truth is much clearer

Much brighter to see:

Therefore, great Goddess, until the Fates come to get me,

my heart beats for you

like an innocent child's heart, and the flames of my gratitude will glow up to you,

May from the golden harp

Recurringly flow your praise, mighty creator-goddess,

May this creative mind

Nestle to your motherly heart in pure embrace,

Until death do us part.