The mulberry on the lowland

The mulberry on the lowland, how graceful!

Its leaves, how tender!

Now that I have seen my lord,

Ah, what delight!

The mulberry on the lowland, how graceful!

Its leaves, how glossy!

Now that I have seen my lord,

What joy indeed!

The mulberry on the lowland, how graceful,

Its leaves, how fresh!

Now I have seen my lord,

His high fame holds fast.

Love that is felt in the heart,

Why should it not be told in words?

To the core of my heart I treasure him,

Could not ever cease to love him.