The air is full of an exquisite scent of lilacs

The air is full of an exquisite scent of lilacs,

Which, blooming on the walls from top to bottom,

Perfume the women's hair.

The sea goes forth to be all embraced by the sun's great glow,

And on the fine-grained sand where they kiss

Stunning billows roll.

O sky that bears your color from her eyes,

Breeze that goes to sing in the flowering lilacs

So as to leave them all perfumed,

Rivulets that dampen her dress, O green pathways,

You who flinch under her dear, tiny feet,

Make me see my beloved!