Come, maidens come, to our merry dance,
Youth and Beauty come together;
Let young hearts meet
In converse sweet,
At twilight's time, in the summer weather:
By the pale light of the thoughtful moon,
When all is hushed, save the sighing breeze;
In a still and balmy night of June,
Under the leaves of the linden trees.
There song shall awake its softest tones,
Opening all the soul to pleasure;
At silent eve
Our feet shall weave
The jocund dance to its melting measure.
Come, maidens come, when the night-bird's tune
Is wafted afar on the gentle breeze,
Come to our dance, when the watchful moon
Shines through the leaves of the linden trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem