You bring me joy whenever I see you,Like a mountain wind you come to me,Sweet clover and sage blossom,But your scent is sweeter still.
You come to me with the spring,A white pearl is your soul,You are a flower of every season,Turning my longing into tears.
Your sweet smile,Like honey fresh from the comb,When you dress in white for me,You look like a snowdrop.
First violet of April,You fill my body with scent,Oh, my jasmine flower,No one loves you as I do.
Whenever I smell the linden tree,My thoughts turn to you,You have the green of the olive tree,You are the spring of my soul.
