Amidst the trees
Do I hear a voice?
Alas I was only dreaming
I had no choice.

Tilling the land
Was my only pastime,
What if I had a grand?
I wouldn’t know where to stand!

But I’ve no regrets on that
For I’m happy where I’m,
If only I got back my happiness
That I once had…

Do I hear voices again?
This time it’s no illusion
I dropped my plough,
Fluttering around in confusion.

Indeed, they were my nightingales!
That once gave me happiness,
A portray of thoughts flew past me
Alas! again I was in weariness.

Don’t go dear nightingales
Please stay with me,
But on they flew o’er the vales
Showing no pity on me.

I move on with my plough, I’ve no choice,
But I thank you dear god
That thou gave me a glimpse
Of that happy sight.