The lanes of love and the buds in the gardens are asking, when will you come?
Come quickly, my beloved, for this heart of mine is restless.
Come close to my heart so that I may find some peace; meeting you from afar brings me no comfort.
Ever since your eyes met mine, I have been sitting here restless.
Those moments gone by are calling out to you once again.
All the dreams we once saw together remind me of you again.
Only now are I beginning to understand what love truly is.
This ailment of the heart is strange indeed—once it takes hold, a person no longer belongs anywhere else.
What can I do? Now, at every moment, I yearn to meet you.
Your rosy lips and the blush on your cheeks say so much to me.
Come now, cast aside the veil of your shyness and come closer.
Let us enjoy this lovely weather, and come rest against my chest.
Loving you so deeply, I fear I may lose myself.
Accept my love, my dear, because
Once I am gone, you will regret it greatly.
The lanes of love and the buds in the gardens are asking, when will you come?
