Every day so lovely, shining,
Up and down, the Sultan’s
Walked at evening by the water,
Where the white fountain splashes
Up and down, the Sultan’s
Walked at evening by the water,
Where the white fountain splashes
You will print such books as these
Then you're lost, my friend, that's certain
If you wish for gold and honor,
Write more humbly—bend your knees
Then you're lost, my friend, that's certain
If you wish for gold and honor,
Write more humbly—bend your knees
It has died in me, as it must,
Every idle, earthly lust,
My hatred too of wickedness,
Utterly now, even the sense,
Every idle, earthly lust,
My hatred too of wickedness,
Utterly now, even the sense,
My golden-haired beauty,
I’m always sure of seeing,
In the Tuileries Gardens,
Under the chestnut trees
I’m always sure of seeing,
In the Tuileries Gardens,
Under the chestnut trees
A single fir-tree, lonely,
On a northern mountain height,
Sleeps in a white blanket,
Draped in snow and ice
On a northern mountain height,
Sleeps in a white blanket,
Draped in snow and ice
They loved each other with love so deep,
She was a tramp and he was a thief
When he was plying his naughty craft,
She lay on the bed and laughed
She was a tramp and he was a thief
When he was plying his naughty craft,
She lay on the bed and laughed
Good-Fortune is a giddy maid,
Fickle and restless as a fawn;
She smoothes your hair; and then the
Kisses you quickly, and is gone
Fickle and restless as a fawn;
She smoothes your hair; and then the
Kisses you quickly, and is gone
