Come, I have seen you peeping in,
inching your way through the window,
first raising the blue-white flower,
and then the foliage of green;
come, O my dear, welcome.
Does your mother know
that you are here?
or like a naughty child
you have not told her;
no, no, do not cry,
even if she has deserted you,
you have got a company here;
for, I am also lonely, since
my son has left past one year.
