[Verse 1] Hear the sweetest song pass That weeps for your sole delight. It is discreet and so light: A water-drop trembling on glass! A voice known to you (and dear?) But at present misted and veiled Like a widow desolate, assailed, Yet like her still proud, it appears, And in the long folds of a veil Stirred by the autumn breeze, Hidden, to startled heart reveals The truth like the star so pale. [Chorus] Hear the sweetest song pass Hear the sweetest song pass A water-drop trembling on glass! The truth like the star so pale. [Verse 2] It says, that voice you know, That our life is goodness at last, That hatred and envy pass, Nothing’s left, death lays all low. It speaks to us also of glory Of humility, of asking no more, And the marriage of golden ore To sweet joy of peace without victory. [Pre-Chorus] Welcome the voice that persists In its naïve epithalamium, Nothing more for the soul, now, come, Than to render soul-sadness less. [Chorus] Hear the sweetest song pass Hear the sweetest song pass A water-drop trembling on glass! The truth like the star so pale. [Bridge] It is hard-pressed, and passing by, The suffering soul without anger, And the moral is all too clear! Listen to the song that is wise. [Final Chorus] Listen to the song that is wise Hear the sweetest song pass That hatred and envy pass, Nothing’s left, death lays all low. Listen to the song that is wise.
