Discarded flower

Carry off my folly

at the whim of the wind,

oh flower which I picked while I sang

and threw away as I dreamed.

- Carry off my folly

at the whim of the wind!

Like flowers scythed down,

love dies.

The hand that once touched you

now shuns my hand forever.

- Like flowers scythed down,

love dies.

May the wind that withers you,

oh poor flower,

a moment ago so fresh

and tomorrow all faded.

- May the wind that withers you

wither my heart!