where are you meadow gazalle

 are you our pretty meadow gazelle?

Here see, great sun is dazzling on the mead,

I do see your pasture is shifted into a golf 

Ground, once this lake mead was so honeyed.

The fountains were booming up pure wine

On every side of pasture there was sunshine.

Let us ramble round the mead.

together,

From childhood we lived in this 

splendid field.

O! nimble lady, whisper to me some story

My old companion you must now hurry, 

This pasture is no longer safe and free,

Wait and see I will tell you a horrible story.

Look how it ruby glows in the stone

The fairest stream run by him and murmured his moans, 

Will run further with melodic tune and 

Will  mingle in her journey to some unknown,

See, my hand took up the flute to sing

Invite all fruits, flowers to come in the ring.

The perfume always  comes from the roses side,

The true hearts on their ranks never divide.

I have painted my image on the mead

The field is fenced come and sow the seed.

I shall hail again here to spend my spring nights 

Ah! gazelle swing in evening tide the wind is nice.......