When the trees with flowers are clad;
When the birds are building up their nests,
When the nightingale sings sad;
When the stormy sea is hushed and still,
And the sailors spread their sail;
When the rose and lily lift their heads,
And with fragrance fill the gale;
When, burdened with the coming heat,
Men cast their cloaks aside,
And turn themselves to the cooling shade,