1. In the wings of a gentle night we embraced,
And greeted the dawn on a day of delight,

2. When spring had arrayed, in a flower-strewn field,
The valleys and hills in a garment bright.

3. The branches, caressed by the zephyrs slight,
Bend over with blossoms that shine and nod,

4. While clouds smile at them with lightning bright,
And weep on their petals in tears of god.

5. At times they laugh, though no joy they know,
At times they weep, though they feel no woe.