1. With dawn’s first light it scatters
from the worn cloak, billowing, free,

2. and from its folds comes wafting to me
a fragrance so subtle and fine.

3. All night I gaze at that dwelling of thine,
and see the first gleam of dawn shine

4. clear through the darkness from afar.
When the Pleiades journey there,

5. it protects them from every care.
Long has it claimed my fealty,

6. held fast my heart, my memory,
nor will I ever be free.

7. Can one forget? I never will.
There I found my life’s fulfillment.

8. My time with the palace contented me so
I spurn the palace, to the palace I go,

9. hail to the youth, so fair and serene
while the rain pours down, cool and clean.

10. How often that sweetheart of mine
would grant me such gifts in my joy, my bliss!

11. How often I’d kiss that dear face
when the moon had descended with grace!