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Josef Štýbr translation
Once as I through the golden stars Up heavenward was gazing, It seemed to me Thou wert a saint And I an angel blazing. Then I a harp took to my hand And songs to Thee I chanted Until the saints’ songs died away And all eyes to us slanted. And God the Father for a while Himself ceased in creation. And down His cheek there seemed to roll A diamond of compassion.