English
In autumn my basket of flowers will be filled with the touch of Your life. The flowers are all disappearing in neglect and disregard. Those which remain will wear coloured garments, will wear the touch of Your life. On unnamed trees the birds in their nests repeat Your name in their minds with the touch of Your life. In Your mind, I exist, merging my merriment in Your merriment, blending my melody in Yours. Now, sweet nectar will flow, will flow in the touch of Your life.
