I.
Spring had left a mellow yellow flower
In my grassy garden, over there:
With open eyes I did see
The little flower's incomparable beauty.

It stretched its fragile neck out in the air
And started dancing in the morning zephyr...

II.
The April-sun rose from his bed,
Wearing fiery coat he ascended the blue sky's head:
With open eyes I did see
The little flower's fleeting beauty.

It drooped and said to me, ''Once again,
Naughty summer has come to visit your grassy garden''