(1745) Ganer jagat ashes
The world of song is limitless;
Listen, fair-eyed maiden, listen.
There's no end to imagination,
No matter what you may create.
On the other shore of the sea of darkness,
Songwaves come in streams of dulcet harmony;
There's never any termination,
Despite what you may calculate.
On route to the source, light's flow on earth is infinite;
In forte and vibrato, musical compositions ever rise.
Pray tell, who will put an end to that,
That by which thought is surpassed?
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