Sol 5.6

  1. How splendid you are! Does your art

    —O valiant striver—have any peer?

  2. Fear no adversity, for li—

    —fe is a life of art or feeling.

  3. Look upon the princess’s plight:

    she will not yield to the prince.

  4. Instead, she preferred her vagabond, the ar—

    —tist of the humble hut.

  5. She was rapt in love with you for nothing

    but your reed flute and its piping.

  6. Until, when you sold your art,

    you became a man of great standing,

  7. and hoped that you would soon attain her

    through prestige and abundant wealth.

  8. But behold: her heart’s sleepless longing

    belongs to a poor artist.

  9. Go on your way; do not fear,

    for thorns attend the radiant rose.

  10. Work earnestly, for the country

    has risen today to march.

  11. Glory belongs to a guide—

    a teacher—and knowledge is light.

  12. Its aims are directed toward

    making conscience sovereign.

  13. It is therefore worthy of reverence

    and of helping in all affairs.

  14. I have said nothing; rather, your art

    deserves the credit for stirring feeling.

Sol 5.6