(1306) Citta amar aveg amar
Oh my spirit, oh my passion,
Why now are you wavering?
All penance and aspiration,
Fruitful it seems they are soon to be!
More color does the early-morning sky wear,
And now a sweet lyre rings out in the mind-sphere.
Dullness and subtlety have disappeared;
The celestial trumpet rises, resounding.
Mind races far away, to a great distance;
An impatient stream skips on smiling waters.
The surging heart, singing it advances;
With new music Your hymn is embellished.
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Fickle mind, don't halt or go slow; your goal is close!
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