1. The springtime is like the birth of lovers,
A time when parting is abhorrent in a day of union.

2. So rise early towards those gardens,
With the dawn of one longing and devoted.

3. And drink from rose and narcissus goblets,
Dyed in the hue of cheek and gaze.

4. A blonde who plays with minds, her deeds,
Are like those of love upon its yearning addicts.