Love, merry are you as a midsummer flower
And blithe as a lark upon the camphor’s tower
Singing free by every hour
Which passes in dream, on and through
Most graceful are you as a lithe falcon, flying
Or a gentle hawk by the spinning wind, crying
Or wooing tone, slowly dying
In pain’s midst for the song are you
And not austere as the cruel mistress of ice
And most warm and most crisp as the midsummer skies
Free as the wind by morn that flies
To carry scent of lilac and dew
As gorgeous are you as a bright dream of sweet love
And as gracious as the Eye of G-d, high above
Ne’er in my life, I can’t hurt enough
To have me loved as I love you
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Love, merry are you as a midsummer flower
And blithe as a lark upon the camphor’s tower
Singing free by every hour
Which passes in dream, on and through
Most graceful are you as a lithe falcon, flying
Or a gentle hawk by the spinning wind, crying
Or wooing tone, slowly dying
In pain’s midst for the song are you
And not austere as the cruel mistress of ice
And most warm and most crisp as the midsummer skies
Free as the wind by morn that flies
To carry scent of lilac and dew
As gorgeous are you as a bright dream of sweet love
And as gracious as the Eye of G-d, high above
Ne’er in my life, I can’t hurt enough
To have me loved as I love you
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013