1. The garden is like conversations and cheeks
And the flowers are like stranglings and necklaces

2. And betrayal, its knives have flashed
Between horns and covenants

3. And the flute is like the flute in this hand of his
And the lute in this hand is like the lute

4. So relax for the temper has strung its beads
A crown for the parting of the daughter of the cluster