And still the eunuchs grumbled

Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Translated into English by Joseph Massaad 

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And still the eunuchs grumbled,
When I raised my voice to sing;
They grumbled and they mumbled,
That it had too harsh a ring.

And all of them, in one accord,
Raised their voices for all to hear,
Some pure crystal trills outpoured,
That were so pure, that were so clear.

They sang of love, of love so sweet,
Of passion that engulfs the heart.
The ladies wept for such a treat,
For such a rare outpour of art.