XLVI
Josef Štýbr translation
Thou hast laid Thy hand on my head, My temples proud caressing; Thy lips have whispered their sweet words In prayer and in blessing. Thou hast revealed Thy soul to me In Thy love’s fragrant blossom, And what I had not dared to dream— Thou took’st me to Thy bosom. With blessing Thou hast graced my harp, My heart and my lips’ diction; To pious battles Thou hast sent My songs with benediction. My forehead is from sadness freed, Fears are a thing I scoff at, My soul is filled with dawning light— And I am love’s great prophet.