I have met my Angel of music,
In a precipitous small orchard fully blossomed
So pleasing as fondness made him;
Strong and constant voice taking possession of my heart.
The last time he won my affection,
Much compared to every time thereafter
Fire fluttered with rapture within my being.
The lovely young moon rides the hills around us,
The owls chant with divine excitement
Yet nothing can be heard save the chorus of my Angel of music.

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