And it was I, all unworthy, my breast distended with an intolerable joy, who bore the tidings hither.
Like a runner carrying in his mouth a draught of water to one that thirsts!
Now that this air has fanned my martial cheek
And my eyes have been dazzled an instant by this miracle of suns,
I will fight, I will march in the place from whence it blows and shines.
And now I see another thing, O King!
You, who like a beggar before a prince,
Were not afraid to tear your veil before this shadowy country and to reveal yourself!
And I kneel before you! Remember that I was the first to kneel.
Sigh, then Cry (among the onlookers): We kneel before you, O King!