Blow, O wind!
Blow unto the maiden's cheek!
The flowers that bloom in gardens
Are the lovely color we seek.
The days of love are early,
The years of love are late;
The spirit lurks within, O soul
That shuts no human gate!
Kiss my cheek, fair maiden ā
I'll say farewell to thee;
My heart is deeply laden
With facts from reality.
Blow unto the maiden's cheek!
The flowers that bloom in gardens
Are the lovely color we seek.
The days of love are early,
The years of love are late;
The spirit lurks within, O soul
That shuts no human gate!
Kiss my cheek, fair maiden ā
I'll say farewell to thee;
My heart is deeply laden
With facts from reality.