Lyrics
Translated from the original French:
He whose word banishes all sorrows. The prophet is here! It is to him that I go!
He is sweet, he is good; his words are serene, he speaks and all is silent… Over the plain the listening air passes noiselessly. Ah! When will he return? When shall I hear his voice?
I was suffering, I was alone, and my heart was calmed on hearing his melodious tender voice! How can I live without you, dearly beloved prophet! There in the desert, where the astonished crowd had followed him, he found me one day, an abandoned child, and opened his arms to me!
Ah, when will he return? When shall I hear his voice? I was suffering, I was alone, and my heart was calmed on hearing his melodious tender voice! How can I live without you, dearly beloved prophet!
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