Beneath the stars and big full moon.
Among the hedges is its room
It sings loud songs. Its charming song
Is as a hymn to praise the spring.
It sings and warbles through dreams of night
In soundless stillness, wise and bright
This thrilling of the nightingale
Is with the strength that wouldn't fail
Its gentle bells run far away
To fill with joy the coming day
They are as a graceful voice