Cover me with flowers

Cover me with flowers;

I am dying of love.

Cover me so that the breeze with its light wafting

May not carry the sweet scent away from me,

Cover me!

[For it is all the same,

The breath of love or scents

Of flowers.]

Of jasmine and white lilies

You are to prepare my grave here;

I am dying.

And if you ask me: Of what?

I say: In sweet agony

Of love.