Oh Young Maiden born in the spring
Your hair is as gold as the sun that shone above
Your youthful joy appears as you run through the flowers
soon your time will come and you will grow to maturity
Oh Mother of Summer, your youthful days are gone
Your children play in the sand at your feet
Soon they will leave and you will be on your own
and you will age to be wiser than before
Oh Old Woman of the Autumn
Your skin has changed to the colors of brown leaves
that crush as you walk through the warm days
Soon you will die and only your memory will remain
Oh Lady of Death, hear our cries
Our souls rejoice as the snow covers our land
for in the Spring you will be reborn
But the memory of your life will continue on .