Sleeping in my garden are
white lilies, purple flowers, and roses.
My heart, heavy and sad,
must hide its bitter pain from the flowers.
I don´t want the flowers to know
of my life´s torments.
If they knew of my suffering
they would cry in sympathy.
Hush, the lilies and purple flowers
I don´t want them to know of my sorrow,
for if they see me crying
they will die.