Translation:I. Two souls
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Like two Eol’s harps our souls
Brushed with one sigh of breath
Which ton says with the joint sound,
Melody, in wild storm of gales...
When from the first will say joyful voices
And the second cheerful tones hums,
And when the first deplorable sigh
The second is sad with angelic yearning ...
My and your soul, the harps of God
When once in your will hit lightening of death, [1]
And my yearningly will follow you [2]
With swan's song on sea of eternity...