The string is so strained it’s gonna moan –
And I’d stop short of touching it today…
But I shall wait for ancient bells’ ding-dong,
I’ll bow my head to God and I’ll pray.
…What are these strings that fiercely wing the air,
Which tune would tug at heartstrings like a spell? –
The one that’ll reach the stars carrying my prayer:
“Please tell me where does my soul dwell?”