In this sweet evening time,
so full of love,
my mind floats far away.

Roses bloom in many forests,
and blossom at Your pink feet.

By their beauty,
my mind becomes enchanted.
My eyes do not wish to deviate from it.

Stars twinkle in the far sky,
and sing the song of Your love.

What a pitiable condition this is,
they say.
How can so much love ever be forgotten?