AH, through the open door      Is there an almond tree
     Aflame with blossom!
        —Let us fight no more.
 
     Among the pink and blue
     Of the sky and the almond flowers
     A sparrow flutters.
        —We have come through,
 
     It is really spring!—See,
     When he thinks himself alone
     How he bullies¹ the flowers.
        —Ah, you and me
 
     How happy we'll be!—See him
     He clouts² the tufts of flowers
     In his impudence³.
        —But, did you dream
 
     It would be so bitter? Never mind
     It is finis............