1. My flute in the meadows - how it rang out!
I almost flew from joy with it!

2. The stream in my pasture dances to it,
And the bees in my farm answer it.

3. The light from its melody
Inclined in its bower caressing it.

4. The lily blinked at it
Almost drunk, conversing with it.

5. I blew in its reed so it disturbed me,
And went on caressing it in my solitude.

6. It woos the soul with its melodies
With a flutter at dawn bounding it.

7. Intoxicated with the joy of spring without
Wine, with it the stars bubbled.

8. It yearns for its cradle anxiously
Observing it with the cool of its breeze.

9. A girl whose tresses were braided
And adorned with lilies their ringlets.

10. I sang in its shade...did it hear
My tune when its locks were quivering?

11. Or did a breeze visit it in its bed
And start caressing it in infatuation?