1. O welcome the rose in its prime,
And the procession of hopes in its garden.

2. O delight for the eye in its appearance,
The eyes never tire of its kindness.

3. Tell me, are these tears a wanderer?
Watering the tender spring from its branches?

4. Wondrous is he, beauty fills his eyes,
He cries for you while you're in his arms.

5. I saw you after the youth had passed,
So the prime of life wept for its spring.

6. I saw your wedding in its intimate joy,
The birds chirping on its branches.

7. So my soul glanced, hoping for a drop
From his cup, or a pause by his side.