At the spring festival of light
I call home shadow.
Income, do not wait for the dawn,
Brings with him the day!
A new day - not the, that beats
With the wind in the windows of the spring!
Let nonstop laughs
An unprecedented day in the window!
We then open the door
And weep, and sigh,
Our winter losses
With a light heart goin.
3 February 1902