Translation:Green Little Gardens!

Green little gardens, clear little squares, bright green spring where the water dreams where the water mutely flows on the rocks!... The leaves, withered green, almost black, of the acacia, the September wind kisses them, and takes with it some yellow ones, dry ones, playing, between the white dust of the earth. Pretty maiden, filling the bucket with transparent water, you, upon seeing me, don’t bring your dark-skinned hand, distracted, to the black curls of your hair, nor do you later gaze at yourself in the clear mirror... You watch the air of the beautiful afternoon, while filling the bucket with clear water.