The rich and fortunate do well to keep silent,
For no one cares to know who and what they are.
But those in need must reveal themselves,
Must say: I am blind,
Or: I’m on the verge of going blind,
Or: nothing goes well with me on earth,
Or: I have a sickly child,
Or: I have little to hold me together…
And chances are this is not nearly enough.
And because people try to ignore them as they
Pass by them: these unfortunate ones have to sing!
And at times one hears some excellent singing!
Of course, people differ in their tastes: some would
Prefer to listen to choirs of boy-castrati.
But God himself comes often and stays long,
When the castrati’s singing disturbs Him.