1. In the bloom of youth she fell.
Death nipped her tender branch,

2. Leaving a grieving mother to dwell.
She bid farewell to loved ones,

3. Saying: "Soon I take my leave."
She and the sun departed

4. At the same fated eve.
Ah! What sorrow!

5. Weep as much as you will, shepherd boy,
For in life's springtime