The cherry blossom wand

I will pluck from my tree a cherry-blossom wand,

And carry it in my merciless hand,

So I will drive you, so bewitch your eyes,

With a beautiful thing that can never grow wise.

Light are the petals that fall from the bough,

And lighter the love that I offer you now;

In a spring day shall the tale be told

Of the beautiful things that will never grow old.

[The blossoms shall fall in the night wind,

And I will leave you so, to be kind:]

Eternal in beauty, are short-lived flowers,

Eternal in beauty, these exquisite hours.

I will pluck from my tree a cherry-blossom wand,

And carry it in my merciless hand,

So I will drive you, so bewitch your eyes,

With a beautiful thing that shall never grow wise.