! you, the most beautiful lady,
you pick me, take me with you,
always walk me home, or maybe
it is Death you walk me to,
you, the most beautiful lady,
you pick me, take me with you,
always walk me home, or maybe
it is Death you walk me to?
! you, oh, you, my Infant Princess,
take me there, your Infant Prince,
to that Land of Mercy ceaseless
like in April May you tease,
you, o, you, my Infant Princess,
take me there, your Infant Prince,
to that Land of Mercy ceaseless
like in April May you tease!
! may the Lord pour all His blessing
over April, and May too,
and your sleep, your soul caressing,
may your Angel watch for you,
may the Lord pour all His blessing
over April, and May too,
and your sleep, your soul caressing,
may your Angel watch for you!
! may the Lord pour all His blessing
even more, with further Grace,
all those born at summer's passing
under Lifetree's shade embrace,
may the Lord pour all His blessing
even more, with further Grace,
all those born at summer's passing
under Lifetree's shade embrace!
! you, the most beautiful lady,
you pick me, take me with you,
always walk me home, or maybe
it is Death you walk me to,
you, the most beautiful lady,
you pick me, take me with you,
always walk me home, or maybe
it is Death you walk me to?
Translator: Vasile Andreica
see more poems written by: Cezar Ivănescu
