That who entice the bending tide
to ascend through the air, to slide
a flicker in the midst of dark,
oh! tender-hearted skylark
soar through golden paddy fields
spread the idylls I sing
I seldom yearn for happiness
that runs into thy blood be mine
hither, hither, my dear treasure
just watching you fly is my pleasure
so stay, as the time flutter by
your flight is the only memory I behold.