Classic Poem

O, you in whose sturdy singer's breast two abysses have united: the depth of the musing sky and the depth of the earth, rocked in stillness; in whose heart the sun shone and the moon; where the stars beamed clearly, entire worlds without number; in whose heart May was verdant, and where the thunder's peal mingled with the twittering of the nightingale; in whose marvelously powerful song one feels the omnipotence and the splendor of nature —
Immortal prophet! I give you praise. I fall in the dust before your dust and sing .