I
Queen of May
Scent of Spring
Noble maid
Lily’s beat:
II
Hear now tears
From my heart
Deep, (so) , deep wells -
Oh my lark!
III
My poor heart
Has become
The whistle
Of mean spring.
IV
Do you make
Fun of me
‘Cause my flaps
Sport so free?
V
I make my
Nest with birds –
'Siwi' – with
Lushy wings
VI
Wet wings i,
Am, but swift
As the eyes
Of Eagle beak.
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