This salad I wanted to make it so... Remember, friend, just spring In a fragrant, Sunny day we broke off with you Rastsvetay lilac. Five leaves, the Corolla You were looking for among the flowers And almost inaudibly, like a bird, Chirped many words: "All four, all four, All five, I do not see, Means, happiness in this world is Me, poor child, not to find." I wish you this spring to find a happy flower that is sure to bring You happiness, so the poem ends thus: And since then, just as I know That in the garden the lilacs bloom, I fondly remember Our happy day.