There is a pond in front of the gate.
Water is flowing out
Birds are coming to bathe
Magpies are playing with lotus flowers

Girls are coming to wash the cloth.
Boys are threshing flour.
Take a look. Three times.
Working on the stone.
Take a look. Three times.
Working on the stone.

There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished

Quell'augellin, che canta
Sì dolcemente e lascivetto vola
Hor da l'abete al faggio,
Ed hor dal faggio al mirto.
S'avesse umano spirto,
Direbbe: Ardo d'amor, ardo d'amore!
Ma ben arde nel core
E parla in sua favella
Sì che l'intende il suo dolce desio.
Ed odi a punto, O Tirsi,

il suo dolce desio
Che gli risponde: Ardo d'amor anch'io!

Deh, poi ch'era ne' fati ch'io dovessi
amar la morte e non la vita mia,
vorrei morir almen, sì che la morte
da lei, che n'è cagion, gradita fosse,
né si sdegnasse a l'ultimo sospiro
di mostrarmi i begli occhi e dirmi: "Mori!".