An Angel was flying in sky of midnight
And singing a song so quiet;
And moon and all stars and all clouds in a crowd
Were listening this song with awe.
He sung of the bliss of the sinless light spirits
Under the tent of the paradise gardends;
About the greatness of God, his entreaty,
Was so sencere and surely unfeigned.
He carried a young soul in arms for this world,
All filled with the tears and strife;
The sound of his song in this so young soul
Remained without tears - alive.
For long she was ill with the sacred desire,
With the unbelievable long,
But never could you all that heavenly sounds
Replace with the dull songs of earth.