The wind descends, clouds gather near,
Youth unseen, nowhere clear.
The signs of union, drawing near,
The signs of union, banish fear.
In gardens, jasmine blooms anew,
In gardens, ah!
My heart, it beats, dear friend, for you,
I'll dance, a playful, lively hue,
Why do these eyes a vision view?
These signs of union, shining through, through.
The wind descends, clouds gather near,
Youth unseen, nowhere clear.
Sixteen years, your tender age,
Sixteen years, ah!
A maiden's page, a life's new stage,
Your dark braid's silent, soft homage,
On lips a smile, on cheeks, a rouge,
Your eyes narrate a story's gauge.
These signs of union, page by page, page.
The wind descends, clouds gather near,
Youth unseen, nowhere clear.
My rooftop, a raven's call,
My rooftop.
My youthful bloom begins to fall,
As buds unveil, beyond the wall,
The bees now hear, a tale to enthrall,
These signs of union, standing tall, tall, tall.
The wind descends, clouds gather near,
Youth unseen, nowhere clear.
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