1. Good tidings came, though despair was firm,
And my heart was cloaked in seven layers.

2. After my heart had worn the garb of grief,
It was clad in verdure once again.

3. The blackness of sorrow lifted from me
As the light of dawn dispels the dark of night.

4. I have no hope of union save through
True devotion and steadfast affection.

5. So I seek not a shelter for modesty's sake,
But for a cool shade that stretches on.