MY MOOD

Pekka Juhani Hannikainen(1854-1924)

Already rises the fluff of the grass,

and the hillocks are greening,

and the spring's first flower

shyly its head raises.

And the red-wing butterfly

to the flower just stole

and gave it a kiss

so warm, so lovely.

In love has the flower kindled,

but the butterfly, the butterfly is gone! -

That sorrowful, poor anemone

my mood it could guess.

(Miel'alani, from Sanna Jaatinen(ed.): Runoja luonnosta, 1989, page 29.)