I longed to meet
A bitter lilac-like girl
With her resentful sorrow.

She was such a girl:
In lilac-like color
With lilac-like smell,
And lilac-like gloomy character.
She was sad in raining,
Sadly back and forth walking.

Walking down the lonely street,
She upheld the umbrella-shaft
As I did,
As I did along the narrow street
To be silent,
Lonely, melancholy, and indifferent,

In silence she was approaching,
And on approaching
With her glance in sighing.
Passing by me gently.
I could see her as if dreaming of fancy
Leaving me chilly, vast and hazy.

Like a lilac floating lightly
Into my dream is the lady
Gently passing by me,
Far, far away, she was vanishing silently
To the end of the narrow way
Where a ruined fence lay.

Her sad rainy song,
Or her pale face with her feeling down,
Her fragrance was not strong.
Even her sighing eyesight
Not so bright,
But disconsolate.

Unfolding his umbrella, along
The lonesome rain-lane long, long,
I wandered on, feeling down.
I longed to see a lilac girl
Gently on her go
With her resentful sorrow.