The beautiful are loved at will and often,
The merry are loved less and not for long,
The silent are loved too, although with caution,
But when they’re loved, the feelings are so strong.

Please don’t yell tender words, please don’t yell.
Keep them captive, or you will be sorry.
Let the steamboats make noise in the swell,
As for you, there is nothing to tell,
Haste makes waste when you are in a hurry.

She reads sad novels like a thorough scholar.
Let her compare them, have a trust in her.
For now there’re tulips that are black in color -
They make the white ones whiter than before.

Please don’t yell tender words, please don’t yell.
Keep them captive, or you will be sorry.
Let the crows and the poets raise hell,
As for you, there is nothing to tell,
Haste makes waste when you are in a hurry.

The words are flowing, they are cramped, - watch closely!
Don’t ever be afraid of being late.
For words are many, yet you say them only
When you can’t help yourself but speak them straight.

Please don’t yell tender words, please don’t yell.
Keep them captive, or you will be sorry.
Let the steamboats make noise in the swell,
So, please stop, there is nothing to tell,
Haste makes waste when you are in a hurry.