1. Blame me not for listening, when it brings
Life with its sweetness, death with its stings.

2. It is the portal of a mighty king—
The house of truth, its walls strong settings.

3. Whiffs from the unseen world break through
The scent of musk breathes life anew.

4. Foul winds on the ignorant blew;
Near them it kindles fires unrightful.

5. Those to whom jest and sport are law
Election and votes no whit can draw.

6. Mere beasts in nature, though living, nah—
In truth they're dead, deny it they may.

7. Blessed, thrice blessed the songs I sing,
The melodies to which I cling!

8. They make men in rapture sway and swing
Like boughs when gales of spring are blowing.

9. The tambourines sound out their beat,
The lutes make music sound so sweet.

10. The pipes with thrill each heart-string greet—
All life from its breath is flowing.