dey tora amay nutono korey dey
Adorn me with a new garb, my friends,
And fresh will I become
Like nature's gardens
Disrobed in the autumn
And restored to an ornate lushness by spring
Let my leafless branches be forgiven their shame
As they are embellished
With greenness once again
Let the rhapsody of my heart resume
With music of the secret lute
Chanting the spells of love
Ecstatic be the dance that flows
In my person
With impassioned wonderment
In meeting my love,
My youth discovering its true honour
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