Tune: “Pure Serene Music”
Maidens gathering flowers now are few,
I find no joy within the natural view,
But roam alone and cannot relish spring,
Distracted by the sad songs I must sing.
Last year the swallows flew from here afar,
Under whose roof I wonder where they are?
Don’t listen to the third month’s nightly showers!
They won’t hasten spring time’s lovely flowers.