The messengers of love

How many messengers

Have already flown

Down the path,

From the forest,

Messengers of fidelity

That carry me

Little letters from afar,

From my sweetheart!

How many breezes

Have already blown

From morn till evening

So quickly without rest,

Carrying little kisses

From the cool water

Carrying little kisses

From my sweetheart!

How the grass waved

On the green mountain,

How the ears of corn

Waved gently in the fields

My golden sweetheart,

They all whispered,

My golden sweetheart,

I love you so passionately.