you are the april of this world

You Are the April of This World

Ode to Love

Lin Huiyin

I think you are the April of this world,

Sure, you are the April of this world.

Your laughter has lit up all the wind,

So gently mingling ['mɪŋglɪŋ] with the spring.

You are the clouds in early spring,

The dusk wind blows up and down.

And the stars blink [blɪŋk] now and then,

Fine rain drops down amid[ə'mɪd] the flowers.

So gentle and graceful,

You are crowned with garlands['ɡɑ:ləndz] .

So sublime[sə'blaɪm] and innocent['ɪnəsnt],

You are a full moon over each evening.

The snow melts/mɛlts/, with that light yellow,

You look like the first budding ['bʌdɪŋ] green.

You are the soft joy of white lotus['lotəs]

Rising up in your fancy['fænsi] dreamland.

You’re the blooming flowers over the trees,

You’re a swallow ['swɑlo]twittering ['twitəriŋ]between the beams;

Full of love, full of warm hope,

You are the spring of this world!