SEPTEMBER 1910

(For a Solemn Music)

Out of a silence

The voice of music speaks.

When words have no more power,

When tears can tell no more,

The heart of all regret

Is uttered by a falling wave

Of melody.

No more, no more

The voice that gathered us

Shall hush us with deep joy;

But in this hush,

Out of its silence,

In the awaking of music,

It shall return.

For music can renew

Its gladness and communion,

Until we also sink,

Where sinks the voice of music,

Into a silence.

* * * * *

Georgian Poetry 1916-1917 · 第 136 / 140 题