Small flowers, small leaves

Small flowers, small leaves

are strewn for me with a light hand

by good, young gods of Spring

toying with an airy ribbon.

Zephyr, put it on your wing,

loop it around my sweetheart's dress;

and so she'll step in front of the mirror

in all her merriment.

She will see herself surrounded by roses,

herself like a young rose;

one glance, beloved life!

and I will have reward enough.

Feel what this heart feels!

freely reach me your hand,

and let this ribbon that binds us

be no weak ribbon of roses.