Song of love

At the same time as all of the buds,

the Rose of my heart awakens, it too.

At the songs of morning and evening stars

the Rose of my heart overflows, it too.

When the nightingale let its voice be heard,

my heart melted in tears.

While nature fell asleep around me,

my dreams woke up.

Myriads of stars are up in the sky;

only one Star lights up my darkness.