by Luis G. Dato
Then come with me into the fragrant fields,
Green grass and meadows in this month of May,
Come let us in the happy springtime stray
And know what stream or pleasant fountain yields.
Come, let us hearken to the bamboo groves
Sway in the wind, each one a giant harp,
Hear birds mellifluous, sweet, shrill and sharp,
While zephyr murmurs through the glades it loves.
Come, love, for we all live but once on earth,
And we but for a transient time are young,
The bliss of life in love alone has birth,
Our life must have its love, our youth its song,
Come,dearest, from care and fear come forth,
And, holding hands, earth’s flowers we’ll stray among.