At the door of the tavern mooning you will see me,
The old lovelorn with young luck you will see me.
The new spring will arrive and the garden will be filled with flowers,
Undoubtedly you, the short life of autumn, will see.
The sad bird being prisoned within the cage,
Over the sky passionately will be flying.
The bitter wind of the "Dey" will leave the scene,
The raining of the spring clouds vividly you will see.
The spring wind will push back the rainbow,
Then like an arch the rainbow you will see.
The covered Beloved will come out of the veil,
The light of his visage in both worlds you will see.