1. The sweetest life is to enjoy the morn,
And disobey advice and the advisor;

2. To listen to the lute and flute,
When they lament about the wounded heart;

3. After a dark and extinguished night that weeps,
To laughter from a pretty flower;

4. As though its anklets were chiming,
With a sharp clink from its bracelets.

5. Its lightning is like the border of a cloak,
Newly gilded on a windy day.