May night

I saw in the fathomless blue

the stars twinkle,

and white clouds come and go.

O, clear and cool as human

eyes gleamed

the golden sparks,

that light on our world!

Then I closed my eyes

My lips drank

the mild wind

laden with the scent of jasmins,

and, tired of dreaming, engrossed in quiet bliss,

my soul forgot the wild pangs of winter.

A nightingale,

on white-blossomed branches,

raised its voice and

sang a song of love.

The spring night melted away

in breathless silence

That birdsong penetrated

my soul and senses.

Your wings, singer,

I have often envied,

But ten times more your song

of love's labours!