1. How many pleasant covenants
In the valley's early glow, golden

2. In the dawn's first light, bejeweled
With roots and sprouts

3. Were more tender than flowers
And the birds' singing

4. And sweeter than the magic of youth
In a baby's radiant smile

5. I spent them with my beloved
With no watcher or warner

6. Except childhood playing around us
With little love

7. Those were days when life
Had the sweetness of a rainy garden

8. And the purity of beautiful death
And the charm of its shining bank

9. And the gentleness of a bird between
The murmuring streams

10. Days when we knew nothing of the world
Except the fun of happiness

11. And tracking elegant bees
And picking flower garlands

12. And climbing the mountain crowned
With pine and rocks

13. And building childhood huts
Under the birds' nests

14. Roofed with roses and grass
And fresh leaves

15. We build and the winds demolish them
We get neither angry nor upset

16. And we laugh again at the meadows
And the lilies and the stream

17. And we talk to the echoes
Rippling in the bright valley

18. And we repeat the brooks' song
Murmuring with the trickle

19. And we keep running after
Swarms of fluttering butterflies

20. And we wander between green prairies
Drunk with feeling

21. We sing and dance like nightingales
To life and to love

22. And we keep scattering across
The vast sky and great river

23. All that is in our hearts
Of dreams or sweet delusions

24. And we envision in the crimson horizon
Palaces of our wishes

25. More splendid than the beautiful dusk
And the verdant meadow's grace

26. And higher than this existence
And all the glories of eras

27. Life always humbles them
With all kinds of joy

28. And instills in us from the pleasures
Of the universe what tempts the dignified

29. So we walk singing of our beloved pastime
In all matters

30. And we keep toying with the sublime
Of existence and the trivial

31. With the blind beggar, the insane
And the old man

32. With the white cat
The gentle lamb, the donkeys

33. With grass, illuminated arts
With wheat stalks, the ambassador

34. With sand, broken rocks
The gentle, innocent playing

35. Is our final coveted goal
And we keep jumping, chattering

36. Singing, wandering
We never tire of beautiful playing

37. And no fatigue overtakes us
It's as if we live with nerves

38. Of thrilling amusement
And as if we walk on feet

39. Winged that fly
Days when we were the core of

40. This universe and the rest was peel
Days when life lays before our paths

41. The ground with flower petals
And the days of life pass us

42. Like flocks of birds
White, playful, singing

43. Winged with light
And happiness flutters over

44. Our heads wherever we go
Alas, my sacred dawn has vanished

45. In the night of eras
And faded like a sweet melody fades

46. In the silence of the ether
Oh how the joy of my innocent heart

47. Has been lost to me
And I remain in the ungenerous valley of time

48. Ever trudging on
And treading the thorns of life

49. With my bleeding broken heart
And I see so many futile things

50. Calamities and evils
And desires clashing with desires

51. In all matters
And the humiliation of the weak truth

52. And the glory of mighty wrongdoing
And I see the son of Adam walking

53. In the short lifetime's footstep
Between the horrors of existence

54. And under the burdens of conscience
Climbing the rugged mountain of life

55. Like a blind old man
With bloodied palms and torn feet

56. And dusty feelings
Limping steps between

57. Slippery rocks
Startled by specters of darkness

58. And the voice of graves
And the howling storm of grief

59. And death in that ruggedness
What have I reaped from life

60. And from the experience of eras
Except regret, grief

61. Despair, and copious tears
This is my harvest from the fields

62. Of the perilous vast world
This is my entire harvest

63. In the awakening of the final era
I was in the time of childhood

64. And innocence and purity
Living like nightingales

65. Brooks and flowers
Oblivious of the world spinning

66. With its people or not spinning
And today I live exhausted

67. Of nerves, confused in feelings
Fiery in sensation, aware

68. Of the great and the trivial
Life walks over my heart

69. And the vast universe crawls
This is my fate, O mother

70. How miserable is fate