Why weep, dear blossom, in the morning sun?

Why weep, dear blossom,

in morning sun?

The blossom giggled:

"Now what a thought!

I am but joyful,

I do not weep -

and joyful tears

in my eyes well up."

You morning heavens,

are red as blood,

as if your sun

in ocean were lying dead.

The laughing heavens

called out to me:

"I sprinkle but roses

upon its path!"

With radiant flaming

the sun shone forth,

the flowers blossomed

cheerfully up.

The brooklets gurgled

joyful on,

and the sun thus laughed

its warm-hearted laugh.