Light breezes, gentle sweetness

Light breezes, gentle sweetness

Blowing softly in the grove,

Do you bring greetings from my beloved,

Or do you come to fetch mine?

Are you trying to tell me

How the lovely one thinks of me,

How she immerses herself,

In soft laments because of me?

Or does the gentle fanning bring

Tidings of sweet words,

Breathed with a quiet smile,

And a roguish expression on her lips?

Fly with your light wings

From place to place;

I know that you must bring me

Greetings, laments, words.

If you were only good for blowing,

You breaths of empty shadows,

Would I inhale you thus,

Would I thus languish in passion?

For what reason do you think

I entrust you with songs and laments,

Other than to carry them

Quickly back to my beloved?