Reeds and bulrushes are deeply green,
and the white dew is frozen into hoarfrost.
The lady for whom I long,
is walking on the opposite bank.
I track up contrary the river to chase her,
but the way is arduous and endless.
I go down along the river to chase her,
She seems right in the middle of the river.
Reeds and bulrushes are widely luxuriant,
and the white dew is still wet.
The lady for whom I long,
is walking on the opposite bank.
I track up contrary the river to chase her,
but the way is arduous and steep.
I go down along the river to chase her,
She seems right on the islet in the middle of the river.
Reeds and bulrushes are extensively exuberant,
and the white dew has not gone.
The lady for whom I long,
is walking on the opposite bank.
I track up contrary the river to chase her,
but the way is arduous and circuitous.
I go down along the river to chase her,
She seems right on the sand-island in the middle of the river.
