Heed my gentle tone, hear my praise for thee.
Impart thy gracious presence, my fair king.
Show me thy frozen hands, show thy misery,
How persistent the frost, even in spring.
Thou shalt not falter, through bearing such pain,
Shall I submit my soul to thy cold gaze?
Stay then, watch how wisps of clouds form fresh rain,
The heavens so bright, coated in sun rays,
Clouds so heavy, torrents rushing untamed,
The stings of droplets, the breath of wind here,
Release thee, for thou shalt not be pained,
Spring greets thee with grace, and so will I dear.
And with its sweet waters, I worship thee,
Thy alloweth my soul to be truly free.