You are the April of the world, I say;
Your laughing shines the wind on either side;
The spring flashes with ever-changing light.
You are the cloud and mist early in April,
At dusk blowing the soft wind, stars twinkling
At ease, fine rains drizzling on the flowers.
You are so gentle, so graceful, wearing
A beautiful crown of a hundred fresh flowers;
Naive and stately, you are the full moon at night.
Like the light yellow of melting snow, like
The fresh green of budding, you are so pleased,
White lotus floating on the water of your dream.
You are the flowers in bloom, the swallow
Whispering on the beams; you are the warm love,
You are the hope, the April of the world!