My innermost self waits for your whisper,
for tender climbing shoots,
for a dripping sweet breath of jasmine.
Oh, month of resurrection and brightness!
You burst forth, pronouncing Buttercups
and wild, fragrant Lavender.
Showing brilliant starry nights,
filling the heavens with ancient stories!
Oh, April! I long for you! I mourn your loss!
Could you stay-nay!
A precious gift you promise…