Here paws of fir branches are trembling in air
Bird voices are anxiously quaking
You dwell in a forest enchanted and wild
From whence there is no escaping

Let wind dry cherry blossoms like clothes on a line
While the rainfall of lilacs is spraying
I will still get you out, away from this place
To the palace where reed pipes are playing

Your wonderland’s hidden for thousands of years
From me and the light of the day
This forest enchanted by sorcerers’ spell
From whence you cannot get away

Let there be no dew in the morning on leaves
Let the overcast sky with moon quarrel
I will still get you out, away from this place
To light mansion where sea views unfurl

At what hour of day, on which day of week
You’ll cautiously toward me come out
I’ll carry you out of this place in my arms
To whence you’ll be never discovered

I will steal you away if the theft suits your heart
Was all effort I’ve squandered forsaken?
Please accept at least piece of a heaven in shack
If the mansion and palace are taken...