Whenever my heartbeats out of rhythm, I secretly blame you, my friend! like a violet in the meadow grew, Bowed to earth, and hid from view: what a strange melody, oftentimes, you’ve sung to my heart's sentiments. Are you caught by bonny youth By that beloved form and fresh dew, By those eyes seem so good and true, Or by that mythical force of omnipotence? When I try to silencing away, Collect myself and flee, In a moment my path strays Back to the brightness of your gaze. How the soul fills with happiness In this queer place of quietness! I can scarcely comprehend the bliss! When blossoms are bursting from every leaf, and thousands of voices from bushes beneath, Quietly secluded in my private chamber, Drowned in shining hibiscus shower, Was I not living happily, virtuously, In midnight’s solitariness? Yet Nature has bestowed a woman such intuition! And whenever my heartbeats out of rhythm, I gleefully blame you, My friend! like a dandelion in the ocean tide, chanting wild, and swinging wide: Missing you, is the sweetest burden, I confide.