C.4 There are Numerous Strings

Chorus:
There are numerous strings in your lute,
let me add my own among them.

Then when you smite your chords,
My heart will break its silence,
And my heart will be one with your song.

Amidst your numberless stars,
Let me place my own little lamp.

In the dance of your festival of lights,
My heart will throb and
My life will be one with your smile.