Two such as you with such a master speed,Cannot be parted nor be swept away.

I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.