Who are you standing hero?
You threw at me a love-arrow.
My heart is ripped and bleeding,
O flower of love! Start budding.

O mind! You are fond of daydream,
Have you forgotten past scream?
This earth is full of pain,
Despite you want love again.

Am I musroom-white?
Old leaves must quit.
O green! Come with youthful beauty,
O sky! Pour down dew in bounty.

Having touched by night, the lovely Muse,
Leaves are ornamented with pearl of dews.
All my universe is a charming forest,
Here greeny love flies over her chest.