1. A day polished for youth’s delight I’ve made its shade,
The morning finds in me its mirth, I gambol and I play.

2. Sweetened by breaths of morn and night’s bedewed repose,
So tender it could flow in streams and overflow.

3. Upon the morning’s cheek a smile has lightened plain,
And in a night of gray a star has brightly lain.

4. I’ve turned amidst the coils of life in time’s embrace
As meadows in their green are fed, in shade their grasses place.

5. From the softness of a friend and singing girl, I’ve gained
The moaning dove, the chanting boy, songs that have entertained.

6. Slender trees shake off the rain and leaves all glistening wet,
With tails outspread the eve adorns, each fiber forked and set.

7.
From friendship’s cup clear wine has come, nectar in turn secures,

8. Racing the rill it bubbles on, the brook it then allures.
A garden where the branch, now stirred, delights and bends around,

9. Where birds are nourished, thrilled, and heard to sing with joyful sound.
The thunder rages through the skies and then begins to scrawl,

10. Lightning rests her hands and writes as rainfall starts to fall.
As if the lightning in the dusk was pennant dipped in gore,