I sing my song because the Earth sings; though the wind is hushed among the groves, it still plays with soft melodic gaiety.

The benevolent sky looks gently down, its breath stilled as it listens to the melody of the leaves.

The dew smiles in the morning, for it has captured the light of love from the stars.

My song is beautiful because my heart dances gladly in my bosom; its joyfulness conveys gay music to my thoughts and places endearing words on my lips.

Because I am dedicated to love, I have but one love, the beautiful container of my life.

My heart is a lonely thing ever seeking companionship with yours.

It is lost to you, so let it beat in your breast, nestled against your heart, for there it surely belongs.

My love is wholesome, not tainted by any residue of past affections; it is gentle and pure; therefore,
treat it with manly tenderness, for it is a precious treasure. I give it gladly and can give no more.

That which I give to you, I can give to no other man.

For you, the lovely pearl; for others, the empty shell.