Did you hear the voice of the night for the grove
singer of love, his sadness singer?
When the field in the morning hour silent,
Flute sound dull and simple -
Did you hear?
L met you in the darkness of a deserted forest
singer of love, his sadness singer?
Regrettable eh smile notice,
Ile quiet look, full of longing, —
met you?
Eh you sigh, listening to the quiet voice of
singer of love, his sadness singer?
When you are in the woods boy seen,
Meeting the eyes of his dead eyes -
Eh you sigh?
