1. Ask the drowsy flowers in their beds
About Ghada of the virginal plateau and its slopes

2. About the chaste nights in their prime
About the virginal wishes in their whispers

3. Ask the wheat stalk, ask it about its bluebells
Ask the vineyards, and ask about their creeper plants

4. Ask the plateau of hoped-for dreams, how often it danced
To it the hearts sang, and its songs marched along!

5. How our wedding feasts glittered in its thickets
And how our hearts smiled in its valleys

6. And dreams in their tenderness embraced dreams
On the tipsied hilltops in its suburbs

7. We were on its smiling lips, a song
That dawn sings in the suburbs of its songs

8. Two little birds chirping for us in the woods
Ask the drowsy hilltops about their meanings

9. The virginal plateau had a wish
For its two poets, but failed in its wishes

10. I yearn for the white summit sleeping
Like a damsel in the arms of her crazed lover

11. I yearn for it but neither dreams console it
Nor the dancers at our weddings sing to it

12. I went down it yesterday, but did not find
On its lips that anthem, nor did its hilltops smile

13. As if I'd never been a chanter of its pine tree
Or a debaucher of its bluebell, a craver of its brambles

14. As if I'd never been a dream and chirping
And the dance of the green prairie and its singer!

15. And the shiver of the drowsy bluebell in its bed
And the whisper of love sighing from its streams

16. The brides returned, O Lofty One, to the earth
And the lips of the brambles parted in their beds

17. And April returned its bride to the valley
Toying on her breast awhile and diverting her

18. In her eyelashes a patter of his tears
And from his flowers a scent upon her mouth