On blue summer evenings, I’ll walk the paths,
Brushed by the wheat, treading the tender grass;
A dreamer, I’ll feel the coolness at my feet,
Letting the breeze bathe my bare head in heat.
I will not speak, I will think of nothing:
But boundless love will rise within my soul,
And I will wander far, far like a gypsy,
Through nature—happy as if with a woman.