Sunrise Will Dry up Morning Dew

Sunrise will dry up morning dew,

No tear will stay after the dawn.

A nightingale sings in the slew,

Small dragonflies by water soar.

The sun is playing in the stream,

New hatchings swimming in the shade.

The willows bend their slender limbs

Like lovely women with long braids.

I’ll pick up strawberries in woods.

Their taste of love is very nice.

July, I feast my eyes on you

And starry sky till the sunrise...

translated by Irina Illarionova