1. O you who sing joyfully in the morning glow
I adore you whether you sing or not

2. Artistry in you is innate not acquired
And love to you is like eternal nature

3. So when you're silent, you're a flying melody
And when you speak, you're no imitator

4. God bless you, a poet with no end
In excellence, save youth for the most generous

5. The dance of flowers in your singing and the fragrance
And the freedom of the streams, dawn, and dew

6. As if your flute has a thousand fingered holes
And your chest a thousand echoing chambers

7. How many wilted flowers on the hillside
Sank into the stillness of the frozen

8. You sang them and they awakened and sighed
And shone like a flaming star

9. And passion flowed in them and joy spread
Who hasn't loved, he wasn't born

10. And I see you when you cry out saying
To the flowers, beauty does not last

11. So spend your days of youth in love
And seek its guidance, for it's the truest guide

12. And die for it, for by the tyranny of fate
You'll neither taste it nor be martyred

13. O philosopher who has found in himself
The madness of ecstasy and burning ardor

14. Spring raised the cushions for you in the meadows
And lined them with emeralds

15. You're the king whose kingdom is endless
Yet you live like an ascetic monk

16. Tempting over the land, traveling
From branch to branch in the orchard

17. Taking from every beauty a hint
The way of the passionate rebel

18. And if you win a whiff or a drop
You've won a garden and springs

19. You sing and rave confused and hesitating
As if when you give you overexert yourself

20. And you extend your voice into the sky desperately
With the humiliation of one begging and pleading

21. As if you once had a home you lost
Behind the stars in the furthest time

22. A beautiful homeland where you were master
But it's gone and you remain full of a master's worries

23. Cast out to the lowest depths yet still
Looking around like a frightened vagrant

24. It appears to your eye in antiquities its mirage
And you see it in the leaves' sway

25. Images multiplied with no reality
Like a mirage for a thirsty man in the desert

26. So you're eager to approach it and bend down
As if you're afraid to find the way

27. As if it's a dream that makes sense with fatigue
For if you tire of fatigue, it will vanish

28. Why do we search the hillsides and places
When the pure air is closer to the hunter

29. O you who sing joyfully in the morning glow
I adore you whether you sing or not

30. Blessed are you who don't think of tomorrow
The beginning of gloom is to think of tomorrow

31. If you have lost your intimacy, I
Weep for my intimacy that never was