1. There was a dawn and stars in my heart,
And seas no clouds would veil,

2. And songs and hovering birds,
And a shining, sweet, beautiful spring.

3. There was a morning in my heart, and it -
And smiles, but alas, the tempest of life:

4. Oh, how wretched are people's hearts!
There was a dawn and stars in my heart,

5. And now all is darkness and mist.
There was a dawn and stars in my heart -

6. O, sons of my mother, where is the morn?
Life is done, and dawn is far,

7. The valley is flooded with cries of grief,
The song of the happy season has ended,

8. Where is my flute? Did the winds scatter it?
Where is my love? Where is the place of worship?

9. Tell my heart, for sore are its wounds -
How the joy of good living has flown!

10. O sons of my mother, where is the morn?
Beyond the sea? Behind existence?

11. O sons of my mother, where is the morn?
Would that I knew: will tomorrow console me

12. And comfort me for the departed yesterday?
Will it show me that life's joys

13. Are groups that pass and crowds that return?
Then my heart again is morning and it -

14. And my early dreams are roses,
And the thrush has melodious tunes

15. And the wood is radiance and song.
Would that I knew: will tomorrow console me

16. Or forget me and leave me alone?
Would that I knew: will tomorrow comfort me?