English Rendering
Green,green spreads the bank-side grass;
Lush,lush grow the garden willows.
Fine,fine stands upstairs the lass,
Fair,fair her shape behind the windows.
Bright,bright beams her rouged face;
Soft,soft are her soft-skinned hands.
Once a singing-girl with poise and grace,
Now she's wife to one who roves the lands.
As he wanders in an unknown zone,
It's hard for her to go to bed alone.
