The Spring of Souls Has Come, O Tender Branch, Dance!
The spring of souls has come, O tender branch, dance!
Like Joseph has returned, so dance like Egypt and sugar!
O king who nurtures love, like a mother’s milk,
O roaring lion, flow forth, O soul of the father, dance!
The spring of souls has come, O tender branch, dance!
O tender branch, dance!
O tender branch, dance!
O soul of the father, dance!
O soul of the father, dance!
You have been severed from foot and head—
So, without foot or head, dance!
O graceful waist, dance!
From love of the crown-bearers, in their celestial whirl like rain,
What need is there for a robe? O graceful waist, dance!
In hand, the cup of wine—my idol has come on foot,
If you are not a mere mortal, then for that noble king, dance!