Red and white for the king’s desire
Lovewarm and sweet and thrilling,
Breasts of moonshine and hair of night,
Glances amorous soft and bright,
Nothing is lacking for thy delight,
(Hark to the thrush’s trilling.)
Kneels the king in a grassy place,
(Hark to the thrush’s trilling,)
Little flowers under his face
With his warm tears are filling: