Aye Andaleebe zaar

Bird of the woods and glades,
move on. Move and say goodbye
to the seasons' blossoms, and the garden you loved for awhile
Move with the spring which is soon to leave.
Are you sad! And I know why.
Look at the orchard and its bloom;
look at the gardener in those shadows,
wan and lonely, hiding his gloom.
Look at me, and look at my tears,
and look at the sorrows that consume this world.
Do I not know that passion which sears your heart?
Do I not know how love burns like a flame in your heart for that one and only flower?
Do I not know how completely your heart has merged with that one white rose in bloom?
Even in dreams, you seek its sweetness and nothing else?
Do I not know how the sign of faith in those eyes, has been the beacon on your path?

Bird of the woods and glades,
move on. Move and say goodbye
to the seasons' blossoms, and the garden you loved for awhile
Move with the spring which is soon to leave.