Above the gardens and across the sky

Above the gardens and across the sky

I heard migrating birds passing;

that meant that spring was in the air;

below, things are already beginning to bloom.

I could rejoice, I could weep -

I feel as though it cannot be!

Old wonders appear again

with the moonlight.

And the moon and stars say it,

and in a dream the grove murmurs it,

and the nightingales sing it:

she is yours! She is yours!