Marosian Song

The waters ebb and the waters flow,
My head is aching with anxious woe;
But come, my rose, and sit down with me,
Soon calm and sunny hours will beam;
My heart shall find tranquillity,
And be as bright as Maros' stream.

Sweet dovelet! thou art as sad as I;
List! for the stork goes flapping by:
See! for the courser seeks the glade;
The grass is hung with gems of dew.
Let's seek the fields, my lovely maid,
Let's mount our steeds, and be joyful too.