Blast the trumpet and all the horns,
Sing you strings, Bang you gongs,
Open the very door of sound itself.
Ring o neighbourhood, sound o world,
To the choir of ecstatic voice, and
Let me dance through every window.
Hear me now elastic: No reach
Is beyond me, nothing will finish me,
I have never been born.
Come, my brothers and sisters,
Let us sing the song of joy,
I will contain myself no more.