Children of spring in colorful profusion

Children of spring in colorful profusion,

fluttering blossoms, fragrant breezes,

yearning, jubilant songs of love -

they burst upon my heart from every bush.

Children of spring swarm around my heart,

whispering cajoling words,

calling with intoxicated shouts,

rattling gates long locked.

Children of spring, besetting my heart,

what do you still seek so urgently within?

Did I betray it to you recently in a dream

as I slumbered beneath a blossoming tree?

Or did the morning wind bring tidings to you

that, locked in my heart,

your lovely playmate's

image I bear secretly and blissfully?