Hyacinths, tenderly sweet,

Is it life that you ask in your prayer?

Ah, I would die at her feet,

If I could be one of you there.

There on her billowy breast,

So near to her innocent heart,

That its beating would lull me to rest,

And to dream I should never depart.

Sighing are you for the stars?

Look in the depths of her eyes.

Is there a gem of the Czar's

So much like those gems of the skies?

Is it the dew that you miss?

Hyacinths, hyacinths, wait.

Soon she will give you a kiss.

Oh, how I envy your fate!