I would need you to compare with the song of nightingales ,
With a quiet morning , with the May garden with flexible rowan
With cherry, bird cherry , my misty distance ,
The most distant , the most coveted .
How did all this happen , in which evening
Three years I dreamed of , and met yesterday.
I do not know more than I sleep , dream your keep ,
You, my dear , with anyone I do not compare .
I would need you to compare with the first beauty,
That his cheerful look to the heart touches
What came easy gait , unexpected ,
The most distant , the most coveted .
How did all this happen , in which evening
Three years I dreamed of , and met yesterday.
I do not know more than I sleep , dream your keep ,
You, my dear , with anyone I do not compare ,
You, my dear , with anyone I do not compare .