1. The beloved extended his hand with violets
And a plucked rose that did not wilt

2. So his blueness on her redness
Was like a trace of a soft, flushed cheek

3. Greetings brought my love to life
Like harmony met longing from my soul

4. And he smiled to me with his face
I thought it was the face of the brilliant dawn

5. I am from his charm and from the palms of his generosity
In a garden of bliss and glorious grace