Bright and blue is the sky;
The swallows soaring high
As if to touch the sky
And rob its blue
The trees green and fresh
And sunbeams falling through
Liquid notes from nightingales
And murmuring of brooklets
Sounds like a sweet tale
All things look new and gay
For why this gladness in the air
Can you tell?
Birds sing songs so sweet so rare
And why such sweetness in the air
Oh, youth has come
Rejoice, it is spring in the air
Enjoy the spring of youth and love
For it will not stay with us for ever.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem