1. The meadow is bare and the breeze gentle,
The flowers waver and spring breathes softly,

2. The water shimmers as it murmurs below,
Its pebbles, and the sky - clear, starry.

3. The birds twitter in the branches returning
News of those slain by love's pitiless reign,

4. The stream meanders by beds of lilies,
Its banks redolent with fragrant blossoms.

5. On the trellis, a turtledove - gray,
Bemoans forbidden love's sorrowful pain,

6. Companionship is ours, the gardens in bloom,
Our talk like necklaces strung, rhyme by rhyme.

7. So relish the joys of our day in its freshness,
For such is the blessed, beautiful time.